The Storm and the Stagger
I felt the Stagger on the walk south on Patterson Park Ave.
The Stagger: the first indication that I have pushed myself to the point of exhaustion. My mind racing, filled with ideas and obligations, my body unable to keep up.
What does a racing brain sound like? Like a collection of experiments that yielded unexpected outcomes. That's what this playlist is like.
Experiments don't fail because they give us results we don't expect. What we actually get can be so much better.
I ended up sitting out by the water, hoping to offset the blur in my brain with the calm ripples of the bay.
I was not alone. The rats were there, and the lovers, and the smokers. It's a good idea to smoke weed by the water.
I blacked out for a moment (two hours, actually). The first of the giant raindrops hitting my face woke me.
I had enough time to get to a bus stop before the torrents fell. The storm was magnificent. I felt the spray as the wind whipped against the plexiglass shelter, but the rain did not fall on me. So I could stay there.
The Stagger is relentless. Even if you are sitting it can get you. The world goes out of focus; you shake yourself, try to fix your gaze. My previous blackout was not enough to satisfy the Stagger.
The storm had cleared the streets and provided me the shelter of solitude.
This Playlist is dedicated to regaining consciousness in an unfamiliar place and realizing that you are still ok.