I’m still glowing a bit from last Thursday’s Jónsi concert. It was an event much larger than the sum of its parts, and felt akin to being dipped in Creativity. It’s a smiling, life-affirming kind of creativity, and I wish I could swim in it forever.
I had a passenger with me on my drive to school last week. A small stone had gotten wedged in my tire tread, and it cheerfully tikka-tikka-tak-tak-taked along as I drove. With the window down my little stone echoed off of the architecture and other cars on the road, soloing its heart out. I’m grateful I caught this stone’s 15 minutes of fame, and was a bit sad when the stone finally became dislodged as I navigated the traffic in Watertown.
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