The thing about life is that no matter how long you’ve been living it, there’s always something you’ve never lived through before.
Like the vision of a vertical rainbow column, as fat as your thumb on the horizon, rising straight up to the taffy-pulled clouds, or the long patio of a new old bar which turns out instead to just be the sidewalk.
Sublime and ridiculous merge where heaven and earth come together, so that even those on the lam from themselves can’t help but be entertained by the route, familiar though it be.
One goes on the lookout for the past and finds instead, the present, suspended above a Superfund with the city’s best tableau in the background. Where else in the world does the amazing appear so commonplace? No wonder you better guard the jewels; who can pay heed to safety where such scenery abounds?
Moreover, snaking through Mother Earth’s womb never fails to delight; trail all the memories you can, the wonder keg still gets tapped; familiarity may breed contempt with families and food; on bikes, though, the old never ages.
In dog racing, the greyhounds despair of catching that mechanical rabbit, no matter how often they run, but run they still do, seemingly content with the chase—and after all, isn’t that plenty?
It’s not how far the ride goes but how far it takes you and sometimes that’s all the way back to where it began; I’m sure there may have been earlier events but none with such impact, so we’ll call it the first.
All I know is that life’s too short to be filled with so much; there must be an alternate universe where doppelgangers rack up miles in our memories for all these scenarios to unfold over and over again in new ways.
Perhaps it’s happening between the superstrings of reality like water molecules dividing the sunset into separate distinct hues.
Or maybe it’s just another spinning of wheels.