Wednesday, October 05, 2005


My new bedroom has a ceiling fan.

In the morning, murky light filters in through the cheap plastic blinds, and I’m groggy and without glasses. In these circumstances, the five-bladed fan resembles nothing so much as a giant asterisk hovering above me. It takes a moment to remember it’s just a fan.

That moment isn’t scary, really. I have no fear that the giant asterisk means me harm or can hurt me.

In that first second of consciousness, though, my eyes dart around the gloom looking for context. I wonder if I’m at the jumping-off point or the footnote. I wonder if the asterisk is merely pausing in a search for its proper home — perhaps a billboard somewhere where it will tell people mileage may vary or no purchase is necessary to win.

When I stand up the fan returns to three dimensions and the illusion is gone. When I lie down to sleep, it returns.

If I were a more poetic sort, I would see the asterisk as signifying my waking life as an extended explanation of my dreams and my dreams as a somewhat briefer explanation of my waking life.

But it’s really just a fan.


Anonymous said...

Is that Martin Sheen?

I hear rotor blades in the background and a song by The Doors.


Indri said...

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

eric said...

I don't know...could be Steve Martin seeing billboards in LA Story.

This is "The End" of picking on Marc over this.


3Jake said...

where is your new bedroom?

Scape7 said...

A few blocks from the old one.

3Jake said...

You moved out of David's house? Why?

Scape7 said...

He's preparing it for sale. The environment isn't conducive to, well, anything; his future hereabouts is uncertain; and I needed a place to be. I'm still there quite a bit helping out as best I can.