Shards of Consciousness

I've been depressed this weekend.

Friday night we ran the movie as usual at the theatre my wife and I run. During the second show the lamp sounded odd when I turned it on, so after the show, and after giving the lamp time to cool, I opened up it's housing to have a look.

The bulb had a blue fog in it, a sure sign that air had infiltrated the envelope and that the bulb, even though only a month old, didn't have long to live, if it had any life left....

Imagine you're in a submarine. How do you communicate with the world around you?...

shattered light from an
azure sky, old snow glistens.
tears trap memories
while spade by muffled spade a
mother's dream is laid to rest

new snow crunches as
i walk the road. doves coo and
fish flash in the pond.
the morning sunlight shatters.
night carries dreams of summer.

This morning's StoryCorp broadcast involved a lady who was involved in a severe car accident that left her paralyzed and most bones in her body broken. While in the hospital a young doctor began telling her everything she may not ever be able to do again. These included things like talking, smelling, and tasting....