(no subject)
May. 13th, 2002 10:20 amAnd the extra time bought on borrowed funds begins to exact its price; while the startling clarity remains, with it is a heavy weight, as though limbs are leaden. This, then, is saturation, modeled explicitly by that which I was studying mere minutes ago; life as a logistic.
Crude reality intrudes upon the sanctum that this chamber has become - the buzz of power tools in a connected room drives home the point that this is still a real day, that though I may have taken a journey through myself and my work, others continue on with the comparatively mundane. The clock reads quarter past ten, and though no bell marks the interval, I can hear its tolling clearly enough, sounding the end of this higher state of consciousness. In closing intervals, I glance around near-frantically, in a futile attempt to preserve the heightened, additional degree of perception and focus granted through effort and chemistry. It ends, this week ends, all come down, the packages breaking loose from cargo containers as their carrier runs off its tracks, but the memory remains.
--Adam Glasgall, 2002, during finals week.
Crude reality intrudes upon the sanctum that this chamber has become - the buzz of power tools in a connected room drives home the point that this is still a real day, that though I may have taken a journey through myself and my work, others continue on with the comparatively mundane. The clock reads quarter past ten, and though no bell marks the interval, I can hear its tolling clearly enough, sounding the end of this higher state of consciousness. In closing intervals, I glance around near-frantically, in a futile attempt to preserve the heightened, additional degree of perception and focus granted through effort and chemistry. It ends, this week ends, all come down, the packages breaking loose from cargo containers as their carrier runs off its tracks, but the memory remains.
--Adam Glasgall, 2002, during finals week.