The Siren’s Call
Oh my, how far we’ve come since November 18.
We were robbed on that day … in Spain … (in the rain). The wrenching experience relieved us of a fair amount of our THINGS.
Some of the loss, if we’re honest, was for the best. It made us leaner, more mobile … less weighed down. For one thing, I would no longer lug around giant, awesome cameras ensconced in hi-tech camera backpacks. There’s less PRESSURE to document everything. (S reminds me that the loss of our cameras also deprives me, in a way, of a form of storytelling. Which is true.) But all that stuff is … gone … and our load is lighter.
Fast forward to the last few days in Istanbul. Our apartment happens to be in the awesome-music-instrument section of town. There are guitars. Keyboards. Microphones. Cables. Recorders. Amps. Mixers. iPad hubs. Drums. Music software packages. You name it.
And — you know what’s coming — I want it all.
I told S this evening: it’s as if the mold of want is slowly growing back.
The eye never tires of seeing . . . .There’s nothing new under the sun! ; – )