Year One

09-20-2011

I had to waste 10 minutes looking for my keys on the way over to the library to post this. That was about two hours ago, and I'm still mourning those minutes

Because a lot can happen in ten minutes in a city like Barcelona. A man can have been doomed and died in that amount of time. Then in ten minutes he can be reborn. Without argument Barcelona is neither much for consistency nor famous for it. But what it lacks in reliability it somewhat makes up for in opportunity.

In a city this chaotic absolutely anything can happen. All the locals seem to be resigned to this fact. Nobody ever goes anywhere when they say they're going to be there. And no one panics when they not show. There's a universal sense that who ever is supposed to be there will turn up eventually.

Even particularly serious things don't matter here because... as it turns out... NOTHING really matters here. If you're an unlucky criminal on the run from the law, you needed panic... The cops will take plenty of brakes on the hunt for you and eventually give up and find someone else to take a break on.

Today the girlfriend you're living with might run off with your best friend... but by tomorrow you'll have a new girl, a new best friend, and a nicer, cheaper place to stay.

All that can happen in ten minutes... imagine what can happen in a YEAR in a place like this?

It's still hard for me to believe... I've done many things and been many people in that span of time. Poet, pauper, bluesman, musician, magician, and sometimes king. It'll take a while to dismantle the nuts and bolts of it all. But I lost about five years worth of posts before the resurrection of this site, I'd be happy to clue you in

-David Hawkins