The Antithesis

Returning to the countryside I noticed how weirdly placed my life has become, floating around in this strange nether-world. It is a foreign place where the differences stand out so vividly, where the negativity projects through the confusion on a difficult day.

And through the confusion I turn to life goals and a drive to live a lively life. I come to see the depression in those around me as a factor, an outcome, of a life with no real needs. If their are no needs, no responsibilities, then there will be much fewer reasons to strive for anything. Simply finding something to strive for becomes a challenge.

Thus if we want to proceed well we must create responsibilities. These start with self and family. Having a family is perhaps the best way to create responsibility. But there are other, less serious ways as well (but probably also less effective; the less serious, the less effective).

I watched "Grizzly Man" and a Japanese film called "Suicide Club" that is way too close to reality for comfort. I saw Japanese high school girls in their school uniforms, hiking up their skirts as if to worsen the plight of women in Japan even more. I felt as if in an alien landscape driving home today, remembering the first time I took the 89 white Civic for a drive on the 57 highway, seeing the lights and wondering what everything was. Noticing the arrays of power lines and lighted signs and strange kanji on the signs. Being lost in translation is interesting. Ted Grudin becomes GuT riden or riden GunT or GrinTued or worse, Grinded Ned. Lost, lost, lost.

But how found? In the soil and in the ground. In the meaning found from new growths however bound. Perhaps the sound can make you astound all around so you must rebound like a hound that jumped from the ground.