Locked In The Trunk Of A Car
Locked In The Trunk Of A Car – Jackson, Michigan
Summer nights around the house – when the angle of sunlight turns the mundane into dramatic.
It’s enough to get lost in. Evenings like this, there’s entertainment in simply watching the light move, and shape, and shift.
Like some mythic, benevolent dictator, the sun shows its preferences in direct ways. A set of headphones here, the neighbors yard over there. You can’t question it. You just record it.
And hope the light shines on you.
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there
Go wherever you choose
The Tragically Hip, “Vapour Trails”
Here’s the problem: If you have the formula, everyone has the formula.
If you’re an artist, that means you’re no longer needed.
The solution is to either not be an artist, or do what you’ve been avoiding. Solve a creative problem.
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