the look

There are few things in this world worse than a condescending look, folded up neat in the tweed suit of American propriety. Reputation is a shifting world of shadows, a chess game in which pieces and powers and talents are to be won and held on to in the ocular sphincters of others. Never mind if those things are in ourselves, it only matters that they are seen in ourselves by others. But, it is a dangerous game. Lurking around every glance is the naked truth - a harsh, unforgiving light - that doesn't cut corners or smooth out the wrinkles that end up in everyone's best sunday suit after long enough wear. Reputation! Reputation! Reputation! The golden dream of being well liked.



Since this is the first night, I figured I'd give you a good night kiss. Hopefully it will leave you some lingering comfort when you find yourself floating in the dark ether of the internet. It can be a frightening place, come evening song. Like the quiet walk back to senior field after evening circle, surrounded by friends on the rock strewn path, but, really, entirely alone beneath the wide gaping yawn of the night time sky. It was small solace to crawl into a cold bed then, but at least it was still something. Goodnight.