9:15 a.m. - December 20, 2004
It has been nearly a month, one marked by a near-absolute lack of writing anything at all. Christmas cards, a signature on a check, To Do notes, invoices – there has been no writing, none, aside from the last touches on the student workbook. A month is not a long time but the longer I went without talking to anybody or to myself the more I would lay on the couch or bed and watch comedy reruns on Nickelodeon - !!shows for the whole fa-a-mi-ly!! - and realized that the costs of writing, and writing poorly at that, outweigh drowning in the empty spaces brought about by gloom and silence.
There hasn’t been much going on: I work, I read, I sleep, I eat toast.
A few weeks ago I caught a glimpse of a grey – white? – hair on my temple but as quickly as I recognized it, I couldn’t locate it again. Since then I’ve been observant and sure enough, I see one at a time on both temples more frequently. I am not 30 years old and grey – white? – hairs surprised me for a while until I realized how neatly the change harmonizes with that worldview my (former) therapist called destructive: I am an old man regardless of my biological age. No time for wisdom or tobacco pipe-old man, but always in a state of hurry and speed up, a life of benchmarks experienced out of order. I think I became an adult when I was 8 years old, had settled on a jaded perspective like a buoy in the dark when there was no life preserver available. To go from years with the neighbor, then to puberty – what a silly step, no need for embarrassment because everything is biological only, a mere body – by then my worldview was set and that’s the way it is now. A compressed life, lock-step with that old conviction I would die young, in my twenties: How fitting gray – white? – hairs arise now, just like an old man settling into the descent with certainty there is less ahead than came before. To think I misunderstood the roles Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos play, my own pagan trinity! The end is coming naturally and I need not speed that up, too. A relief, a jarring, melodic, whisper boom relief.