Days Pending
Days Pending August 29, 2001 jp melville Bolt of lightning. Thunder. Rain. A second bolt of lightning. Crack of thunder. Electricity goes off. Just a few days here now. In this heat wasted subsea plain off the Caspian Sea. Electricity off no longer surprises me. I welcome the darkness. I hail from a world where technology works. Where we have forgotten soothing spaces between the human. I welcome the cool air damper, closer, richer in my nostrils. I listen without electric light, without candle. A silence not heard for a very long time. But a piano? I hear a piano being played. Minor chords and melancholy. I stand step softly to a window to peer into nightness. I catch a glimpse of candlelight flickering in a house two walls over. Someone playing piano keys tender touching melancholy. The music washes through gentle rain. Abandoned a decade Soviet Union gone. A once upon a time with no tomorrow. In grey lig...