18 April 2015 Walk

Up the street up Observatory Hill, as it’s called, to the corner store to get an ice cream or something, past St. Peter’s church with its staidly pretty tower lit up, the air chilly but the warmth of the day remembered, observed a man walking on the other side of the street talking to someone on his phone headset as a loud squawking solitary bird came flying low overhead and caused him to take out an earphone for a moment, but when I got to the store I was disappointed to find that the ice cream selection was mostly Nestlé, and having just heard about the latest Nestlé wrongs I had to recoil and refrain, was forced to search for some other gustatory satisfaction, and after much dithering decided on chips, Kettle sea salt potato, and to drink found myself enticed by a Fentiman’s Mandarin and Seville Orange Jigger containing ginger and herbal extracts, and I bought these things from the friendly-enough cashier whom I felt uncomfortable with because of my dithering and exited.
Back down the hill then, this time cutting through the observatory grounds with the pleasantly crunching chips and the mildly carbonated refreshing jigger, down along a dark path on the street side of the main building where I saw a lone man with glasses and a mustache looking at a computer screen in a lone lit office on the first floor who did not seem to notice me when I passed a few feet in front of him thinking about the news that Nestlé, an enormous conglomerate whose top man has declared that water is not a human right, is entering into a contract with the municipality of Cascade Locks in Oregon to gain legal rights to the local water source and set up a bottling plant, and then on down the street home, out of the mild mellow nothing-doing night and into my apartment where all sorts of distractions await me but I continue to enjoy the chips and the jigger and to think about this issue of water rights, the great wrong that is being perpetrated by those who surely know that water is a great resource of the earth that has only begun to be tapped for financial gain and who are jockeying for power to take control of it.
And again I am stuck behind my screen, now feeling just a little less ineffectual because I am doing some writing about it that I hope to publish as it were, body aching all over from several hours of shoveling dirt and moving rocks and other good hard labor, mind fuzzy I imagine partly from the wonderful quick onset of Spring, unsettled unfocused erratic and wondering about the next step as always, so much of my intention and action motivated by feelings as abstract as they are viscerally felt: what will tomorrow bring, and next week, and a year from now, when for example all the water in California is gone and there will be massacres over the lack of cabbage and oranges, is it all coolheadedly speaking a matter of perspective and we are generally better off as a species than we were say a century or five ago even with the information glut, it’s over, over and over, but what will be come of our children, when their parents and everything around them is always on the brink, and numbing cataclysms and uplifting discoveries are so constantly in our faces and eyes that future visions are overwhelmed by everflowing simulacra of the present?

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