Wednesday, February 15, 2006

This is the news..

There is much happening chez Canary, and in a sense nothing is happening all at the same time. Im moving soon, if only I had time to move - Im surrounded by half packed boxes and the like, which I do not like. Im sure it will all get done by Monday when I actually go. Ive been here three years renting a life in this flat, which now Ive got to leave is a bit of a shame, theres plenty of room see.

Anyhow, things meander on. Work is busy and often hard. No one ever said it was going to be easy!

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Things that are new:

Going to see Beth Orton at the end of the month, looking forward to that. Downloaded her new album which I hope will grow more on me. Some of the songs are short and sweet.

City won 3-0 against Brighton. Worthy In.

Couresy of Lauren LeVerne (XFM) Ive been hearing Short Short Stories by David Eggars. They are quite different, poignant and blatant, yet unexpected all at once if that all makes sense. The Guardian have a page of his stories, some are good, some excellent, others Im not keen on, but its something new.

Here's one.

The Accident


You all get out of your cars. You are alone in yours, and there are three teenagers in theirs, an older Camaro in new condition. The accident was your fault, and you walk over to tell them this.
Walking over to their car, which you have ruined, it occurs to you that if the three teenagers are angry teenagers, this encounter could be very unpleasant. You pulled into an intersection, obstructing them, and their car hit yours. They have every right to be upset, or livid, or even violence-contemplating.

As you approach, you see that their driver's side door won't open. The driver pushes against it, and you are reminded of scenes where drivers are stuck in submerged cars. Soon they all exit through the passenger side door and walk around the Camaro, inspecting the damage. None of them is hurt, but the car is wrecked. "Just bought this today," the driver says. He is 18, blond, average in all ways. "Today?" you ask.
You are a bad person, you think. You also think: what a dorky car for a teenager to buy in 2005. "Yeah, today," he says, then sighs. You tell him that you are sorry. That you are so, so sorry. That it was your fault and that you will cover all costs.

You exchange insurance information, and you find yourself, minute by minute, ever more thankful that none of these teenagers has punched you, or even made a remark about your being drunk, which you are not, or being stupid, which you are, often. You become more friendly with all of them, and you realise that you are much more connected to them, particularly to the driver, than possible in perhaps any other way.

You have done him and his friends harm, in a way, and you jeopardised their health, and now you are so close you feel like you share a heart. He knows your name and you know his, and you almost killed him and, because you got so close to doing so but didn't, you want to fall on him, weeping, because you are so lonely, so lonely always, and all contact is contact, and all contact makes us so grateful we want to cry and dance and cry and cry.

In a moment of clarity, you finally understand why boxers, who want so badly to hurt each other, can rest their heads on the shoulders of their opponents, can lean against one another like tired lovers, so thankful for a moment of peace.

David Eggers in The Guardian

1 comment:

statmatt said...

Aha... kept that under yer hat, dude!