Ithaca In Parts

I like it when the air grows thick with summer heat, so tangible I can feel it lacing through my fingers. I like the feeling of earth and cement pressed only as much as the pressure it takes to hold my body to the planet against my bare feet. I like the world just before a storm because the electricity is visible in ever micrometer of space between the air and the trees and the cars, between the buildings, and all the skin that wishes to free itself from bone. Sometimes I think that electricity is all that's left of us after we've given up on actually living life. Sometimes I think that electricity is all we can do to hope, all we can do to sustain our souls inside this itching skin when all parts of ourselves are constantly trying to break free. Maybe it's to find something glorious, something spectacular. No, not glorious or spectacular. We don't need that. All we need is simplicity, the unstoppable joy that can only be attained by finding the important things. I guess everyone's definition of that is different. For me 'important' means a kind of liquidation of the mundane. Like taxes or what brand is more fad today than the next, or all the things we think we need to survive. 'Important' is a single moment, a moment where you can look at something opaque like Time and see right through it. 'Important' is the second before you wake up, when all your drams are actual and not hard to remember once you open your eyes again. 'Important' isn't what you find on the other side. It's what you find at the beginning and in the middle and at the end. It's what you realize you had all along. 'Important' is perspective.