Monday, January 26, 2015

Snowy and Esoteric Idealism (Apartment 220)

Driving through the country in the dusty twilight exposes the universe in it's truest state of homeostasis. It's yet to be disturbed by industry, by humanity, at this time of day. See the universe has to maintain homeostasis, meaning nothing too bad can happen without an equally good thing happening to counteract it. Like Newton's Third Law, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. My father is a philosophy professor, esoteric dialogues have been the nightly dinner conversation since before I could articulate my basic human needs through words.
Mom and Dad, Reagan and Anthony, live two hours away from me. I make the drive every Sunday, mainly for the scenery. The amount of pictures I have strung up in my small second floor apartment is obscene, it's overbearing really.
But it's picturesque. And when it snows it's like entering a hazy dream world free of obscenities and impurities. In my dream world drive, the universe was already starting to reset itself after it's momentary skew towards the negative.
Magdalene, the maintenance lady at Dreamwood, came into the shop this morning looking for a book about a security camera. I'd made a point to remember her name after my first encounter with her because she'd made a distant comment chastising the rest of the tenant for never remembering who she was. Cordiality was also bound to shift the universe in my favor once it got out of whack apartment wise.
Dreamwood had been a relatively ideal first apartment when I first moved in. Fresh out of my parents house, not so fresh out of college. It was cheap, livable. Bearable until you wake up to find your hand resting in a pool of water.  The pipes must have burst from the cold front that came in overnight. Remembering Magdalene's name came in handy after all, it'd be fixed must sooner than it would have otherwise. Even still, I needed to head out to my parents place a day early, wait it out until the standing water was cleared from my apartment.
I didn't mind though as I watched the universal clock reset as my tire tracks sullied the freshly dropped snow.

8 comments:

  1. Perhaps we should arrange a casual encounter at the local bookstore. Or maybe a physical altercation over a disputed coffee beverage at Gavin's? The world is our oyster, my friend.

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  2. Initially, your main conflict was your anxiety, but that seems to have disappeared since the first post. I'm mot really sure what your motivations are

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    1. I also don't really know who this character is yet, but that might be because you only have three posts.

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    2. Nice inclusion of main blog stuff

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    3. "And when it snows it's like entering a hazy dream world free of obscenities and impurities. In my dream world drive, the universe was already starting to reset itself after it's momentary skew towards the negative.

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    4. You have a clear poetic voice that is consistent throughout your posts. I want you to have a interact with something more concrete, something that will

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    5. Make you divulge more of your persona

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