Symphony of Locusts

I remember the smell of the Mid-Winter Fair and the air I felt in my lungs. Roland and I were becoming Roland & I. We witnessed all of the similarities between everyone around us. The feelings were scintillating. Every week we would walk countless miles searching for a then unknown truth in our mundane realities. Who were the animals then? I guess we were. Maybe a certain type, but I consider that it all depends on a special perspective. There are animals (like raccoons) that have no natural enemies except for human beings. Were we that fauna? A breed of the desert variety.
I also remember the summers that the Cicada arrived by the thousands, perhaps millions and visited our small town. This occurred for a several consecutive years. I’ll never forget the sound they fashioned together. A jagged, electric chirping that was razor-sharp. Yet several layers behind it resounded a constant, unwavering buzz. A vile symphony of spies that was as unsettling as a zombie-filled closet.
One summer they didn’t come.
I remember witnessing abuse during our religious education. Countless whacks to the heads of stupid children. We were all filled with dread and annoyance. Possibly guilt. It marred & stained my soul, but it was mostly laziness that stifled my righteous beliefs. I never cared to give these shitty events a second consideration. “There is too much work and responsibility involved in being virtuous, and so little profit.” cried the idiot child. I was immersed in a strange time and the things that were being revealed to me were astounding, yet seemed normal. The importance of these things has endured, but now something else has come to my awareness…

~ by maxamodynamo on May 7, 2008.