The Moment

Good songs force you to live in the moment. You can’t “fast forward.” You can, but you wouldn’t. On my record player, you can push a button to lift the stylus and then direct it over the right groove, to advance the song. I rarely do that; you have to really dislike it to go to all that trouble. On my boom-box, there’s an option to forward the tape to the next gap in the music (it knows to stop there, and resume playing).

Now, I can squeeze a soft button and transport myself into a sea of infinite possibilities. There’s a setting where I can even just shake it. So what has happened is, I can’t put all my attention to what’s presented in the moment because there’s so many other places I could be.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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