a day in the life of piano monkey

dear gabe, the eighth month anniv of your passing was rather quiet, blanketed by the boxing day craze- in lieu of gatherings and parties on top of this commercial maelstrom, it was quite difficult to keep in mind.  i was with mr. minnow's family and thought it was important that i be engaged and interactive. sounds like a science exhibition, no? but rest assured, sadly, you were in my mind. the whole time. especially when the cold moon, the last of the full moons of 2010, was up and bright, full and blue, illuminating through the hills of england, where i wanted to bring you rather eagerly. the roads here are often swamped by the fogs.  the kind of fog that makes one a bit hesitant if one is not versed well with the local geography.  after couple days of real cold spell, we have regained the usual winter weather of england- wet and wetter.  the snow started to melt and the bit of sun that tried to crash through the blanket of clouds left the fogs rising and falli...

as i try to not to shed a tear for myself, i became mute, deaf and blind. how is it an idea becomes so much larger in its absence? often one hears about the sum of the parts being larger but we seldom express the parts being larger once the sum have been broken into pieces, unequal, no longer compatible. if one were to say that there are no reason to be crushed by the daily churn, then i assume that one lives with heart of plastic. recycle, reuse, reduce- it is a noble idea for the planet, however not ideal for living, breathing being. life is messy and warm, bloody and inconvenient. the elation of life is not free, never it has been freely given to one without reason or cost. while gliding through lucidity, it is difficult to remember that there will be times to fall with all acceleration from the very height that made it all possible.