Man Like You – Tom Misch

These memories by Hollow Coves is playing in a fair, faint volume.

In a company of mere table lamp, and our holy pet, sanu, I lay in my bed; worn, done, sicken, thinking of thinking, for thinking,

trying to   think to write , and well, write to think.

 

Thinking … I remembered, I’d been reading and listening and hearing plenty,

matter of fact, more, more and more about the untapped luxury and wisdom that  boredom  conceals, … that, sometimes not-doing anything, anything at all, confers a life-changing ripple effect.

Munger calls it Assiduity!

 

And, without adue, I try to talk my feverish self in — “Fever to you, happened in just the right moment, to duly invite boredom. “

And taste it, and smell it from underneath your chin.

Live it!

 

And, here, I let her paralyze me, possess me, caress me, rule me, embrace me, fuck me up, bless me.

Clearly, openly, I allowed boredom be my guest in this warm, coughing room — and clear the blur,

  and, SHOW ME THE WAY.  

 

Thinking, … among  many other things, I remembered, it’d been a while since I wrote anything.

My relationship with  words  has gotten quieter, thinner, a bit unromantic and cold you see.

But I will bring them home, once again!

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