Thirty years on and I’m only just learning about this MINISTRY side project. It just goes to show you that people can live in simultaneous spheres of reality where worlds never touch. Call it concentric circles, if you will. You can be in more or less the same space and encounter entirely different phenomena, even as you are seeing each other on the streets on a daily basis. Or you can not see each other at all, despite standing right next to each other. It’s like being in different dimensions in the same spot.
Kat and I walked around Soho and the East Village yesterday, coming up through Chinatown. We lived in these places. We existed in these spaces simultaneously but here memories of the neighborhoods are mostly different. Her recollections and references of events and landmarks only resemble mine in the most remote aspects. We never saw each other, to either’s conscious memory. We were in different dimensions. Maybe it’s just question of mathematics, or a simple matter of odds and probability. The likelihood of encountering the same people and phenomena is inversely proportional to the number of people in the space. The higher the number, the less likely that you are to know each other and the less likely that your lives will in any way resemble each other.
Alternate realities or alternate simulations? Either way we’re all grinding within the works of the same machine.
The leaves upstate may or may not be changing color, splashing the hills with red, orange and gold. Photos on social media reveal this to be the case. Or maybe they’re just photos but I’m going to go with the idea that it’s happening. I’ve been there before. It can only have changed so much. It’s a much faster process here, that transition from summer to autumn, and less colorful. A big wind and rain did come through last night though and it’s cold today. The coldwave drums resonate louder in the chill. This music was made for this time of year.
It’s always a time of reflection for me, when the trees are dying temporarily, or maybe they’re going to sleep. This morning I’m thinking of the way I record my days and thoughts electronically. I like to think that it’s an accurate reporting with a minimum of editorializing, that it’s more a portrait than an interpretive representation or god forbid a lie. That’s what I like to think, that I’m not creating a further simulation inside a representation. That I’m not an avatar, or a character of my own creation.
I’m trying to be honest and it wasn’t always this way.
Just some thoughts. I’m mostly just listening to the music.