Not every portal into another space/time is going to have an epic vista. Some will have a view you’d rather not see:
T-Rex’s litter box
Dracula’s bat boy
Beethoven’s last movement
My Little Tarantula
The Straights of San Francisco
Nancy Reagan’s body glitter
The costume shop from Xanadu
The Bee Gee’s barbershop
The Wolfman’s telescope
The Donald’s money shot
I’m really very sorry to be eavesdropping on your conversation. I try to pretend that I’m not privy to your opinions and salacious musings, but I really can’t help it. When you talk in public on your cell phone what am I supposed to do?
Traditionally, I would cringe quietly and pretend that I don’t hear it. (Japaneses paper houses worked the same way.) But, you know what? That cedes the public space to rude people. You don’t really deserve that kind of consideration.
I’ve decided that from now on I’m going to make a point of listening. Grab the popcorn, this is gonna be good. If I hoot and cat-call, you have to remember that I can only hear half the conversation. Perhaps if you put it on speaker?
I’m not at all sure that mirrors are benign. I think that the objective reality they appear to represent probably doesn’t actually exist. It’s a mind trap.
There is plenty of literary precedent. Mirrors have long been portrayed as tools of witchcraft. Snow White and Maleficent had a really tense relationship, initiated by a sentient mirror. Professor Dumbldore’s pensieve, in spite of its ability to move a plot forward, never seemed to have a beautiful or uplifting story to tell. Even when Frodo looked into Galadriel’s mirror it clearly had an agenda.
I would encourage people to search Google, while we still have an open internet, for more examples. I found a few interesting ones. As a study in narcissism, one artist installed mirrors at the Bronx museum in 2005. Panasonic has built a mirror that highlights your flaws. Finally, I found an actual spell for reversing malicious intent.
It’s clearly unwise to trust a mirror. Maybe we could do with a little less self-examination? One doesn’t have to look long to find ridiculous, unhappy, or evil selfies flooding your news feed. Who needs it? I think maybe a wiser course would be to simply look out a window instead.
I’m a fan of music made in the moment, improvisational tunes made by groups on the spot, on the fly, and hopefully on the beat. I attend a few local drum circles, and really enjoy playing in them.
Along with drums, these shindigs will often feature the Native American Flute. It’s a wonderful, soulful instrument that seems to be very friendly to beginners. You can basically learn to play in an afternoon.
There are a great many web links to pages that will tell you how to build, buy, or play them, so I won’t detail all of that here. But I will give a couple of links below from Carlos Nakai, who is generally considered one of the best players.
It’s a wonderfully satisfying instrument, full of heart and subtlety.
There is a huge, fat spider pulling the strings of the world. The web of billionaires connects from one to the next without regard to nation or faith. They have no need of such trifles, as the weak ineffective constraints of law or decency have at last fallen away. There is no impediment to power, no delay for corruption, no hindrance for greed. The monsters have free reign now.
The bloated mass of arachnid flesh knows nothing but hunger and desire, cares for nothing but pulling tiny mites and moths into its ravenous maw, reckless in its desire to own everything.
I know this isn’t supposed to be funny…