14 July 2024

 

This  Saturday evening I was having a WhatsApp voice chat with my Portland Oregon friend Curtis Daily. We were discussing our music tastes and how people now listen to music. Some reading this may not be old enough to know what Muzak elevator music was all about. Daily told me about a neighbour who listens to a particular kind of music while cooking or lounging in the house. Her phone algorithms give her Beyoncé and similar singers.

I have come to understand why it is that when I am alone in my Kitsilano house, and this is almost always, I never listen to music. I tell my friends that the music I like is in my head. The silence that I experience,as I watch next to no TV, allows me or obliges me to think.

Tonight I shut off the light at about 12:10 and I turned myself to the right. I could see the view through the window.

And because I think of Rosemary all the time, and especially when I turn off the light, I immediately understood that this has been my view since she died 8 December 2020. Her body before always blocked that view.

And of course that made me sad and I decided to get my Fuji X-E3, set it a 6400 ISO to get the photograph seen here.

Perhaps now 12:44 in the evening I can go to sleep and experience some oblivion.