Uneasiness in the world of objects is pretty routine coming home. The mildest symptoms are keyboard-based. Returning from time away from computers, my hands have to remember what it is like to use a computer again. It is politely surreal, and goes away after a day.
For longer stays away from home, I notice changes in height. I will walk around my house, walk in my room, crawl up my stairs, and it all feels a little smaller than the last time. 1
Coming home after nine months has produced new perceptual discoveries. This time, the vector expounds on mass. It seems that the gravity is ever-so-slightly different in Omaha, as compared to New York City. The screen door opens a little heavier. The toilet lid is more sluggish. Carpet feels cushier.
While it is possible that these conclusions are my sense memory retracing former haunts, right now I am pretending that my body and my house have changed at similar, healthy rates, just in different directions. I am meeting my old friend. Hi again
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You know, I hear you on the gravity thing. My view would be that since we dont have cars in New York, the constant movement makes the anticipation of movement less of a concern. In Omaha, however, I feel that maybe the unease of suddenly being asked to move or do something contributes to this heavier phenomenon. Or maybe there is a black hole under Dodge.
That said, I look forward to the day when you return home to realize you are a giant man doll inside a fake Playmobile house, and your entire life has been one giant experiment.
Posted by: dave | October 6, 2007 1:23 PM
Say hi from me too. That house and I have had some great memories. Legos. Mambo number five, two. Graduation parties. Good god that happened on the same day.
Cuttin clovers.
Posted by: Naimul | October 7, 2007 1:31 AM
Yo. Good to know where you are. What are you up to?
Posted by: Joel | October 7, 2007 7:02 PM
dave, i totally agree with you.
enjoy home heffay.
Posted by: jayme | October 9, 2007 11:45 PM
Gravity doesn't exist, it is called Grabbity.
Posted by: Rob | October 23, 2007 7:18 PM
Ha, I am always so late on reading your blogues. And I never read the whole thing. I just read the last line and remembered how you thought alzheimers had a c in it.
Alchiemers.
Posted by: erica | December 3, 2007 9:08 PM