Hi there, Reader. Let me just say upfront that this is the third blog post I’ve typed up today. I was working on one that got away from me & that I’m saving for another time. I wrote another based off today’s Daily Prompt that I started hating halfway through. But, I’m already signed into WordPress & my inner critic is demanding I put something up because its been nearly a week without a post. So, here we are, this quiet little unnoticed section of the internet.
Y’know if this was a cafe or even just a little restaurant, I’d be staring out the window, people-watching & making notes in my journal. Or, if we were together as friends, I’d recruit you into listening into the conversations around us, so we could pick apart the minutiae of strangers’ lives & maybe feel a little superior. It’s really not even a challenge nowadays, though, because people conduct their entire lives through the cell phones for the most part & cell phones are so ubiquitous, people think its no thing to have arguments, discuss lab results, hire a landscaper, or tell a friend about their kids’ school problems all while standing a foot or two away from you. Trust me, I work in a library, I know a lot of stuff about my patrons I shouldn’t.
Have you ever watched House of Games? That’s a classic David Mamet movie that shows you just how easy it can be to deceive someone. I would imagine in some ways it’s only gotten easier, while in other ways. . . I read an article a few years back about how pickpocketing has nearly died out as a way to scam people because wallets & their contents are quickly becoming redundant thanks to cell phones. Although, I would imagine the surveillance panic about said devices has shifted things some. Tides come & go, right?
Let me tell you a secret about writers. Probably an unsurprising secret. We’re the respectable voyeurs–or at the very least voyeurs who want to pretend that we’re respectable. Everything we read, witness, overhear, suffer & otherwise choose to pay attention to & catalogue? It’s all material for “The Piece”. Or at least we tell ourselves that. It’s all going to go into words somewhere, as we try to figure out why the hell writing makes sense to us & not to others. Which is why I brought up House of Games earlier. It’s all about wanting to observe, collect, & understand the layers of the world around us only to discover that what is some esoteric pursuit for us is life-and-death for another person. It’s about a girl who wants to run with the bad boys. It’s about intention, and action, & Ricky Jay’s ridiculous Southwestern jewelry. You should totally watch it.
Well, I think I’ve probably wasted enough time. I’m feeling less-than-terrible about not having written anything today. It was nice talking to you for just a brief moment, here in the maelstrom of internet. Hope to see you again. I promise the next post will be at least somewhat more interesting.