Month: February 2009

godzilla’s strange attraction to large cities

Our lives are filled with assumptions.

If an action has had the same outcome a hundred times, we expect it to have the same on the hundred and first.

We call this experience.

Assumptions play an important role in our lives. They are short-cuts in thought that save us time. In niches, they are one of the differences between an expert and a lay person: they are what tell a plumber the source of a leak after looking under your sink, tell a doctor the source of your ailment just by the bumps on your skin, and they tell a network engineer the root cause of a network outage in glance through equipment logs.

Assumptions are important, but they all have the same, obvious, flaw.

They’re not always right; but that isn’t the problem.

The problem is when we aren’t aware of the assumptions we make; because if we’re not aware, we don’t catch when we are wrong.

I can live with being flawed; but I want to know the kind of flawed monster I am.

serenity

Because your flesh is mine, you are never that far.

I remember your baby-steps when I led you, blind, to the bedroom.

If only you could have seen yourself; serene, obscene, your chest against the ground, ass raised. You were open, my kind of open, my kind of vulnerable, open enough to reveal your obeisance, your slick evidence of place.

If only you could see through my eyes; the pride in how you took it without question, without resistance. Unwound, unbound, but held tightly, your small cries were real, gut real, and I smiled at every one.

Your tears, when they came, were beautiful.

Because you didn’t turn away from them.