MEMO FROM NIGHTSVILLE

Late night crossing / 2022 / photo by RCS

Dreams rolled in circles on the inner lids of their eyeballs. Inhabitants of Nightsville, asleep in the Cave of Collective Minds – snug in tunnels, fortresses, sanctuaries, tuned into the cosmologically clarifying neighborhood around them. Out in the backyard 60-watt lightbulbs, encircled by moths, and speaking in the universal language of light encompassing galaxies. Above every dwelling shone starlight, reflected moonlight, light years – loosely stirred together in the vast interdimensional multiverse mixing bowl of transcendent truths, flowing through minds and spirits in the moment – as close or faraway as dreams can take one. “Einstein said, The Field is all.” is scrawled on a space station wall at Alpha Centauri. The later it gets, the easier it is to hear one’s deepest inner thoughts. All human history, prehistory, creature history, unearthed from a timeless beforetime at long last has regained its primal voice and is speaking up. Might as well, since the future of planetary life depends upon it. High velocity eyelids keep fluttering and continually surfing on the surface of planetary dream energy. Beams of light from stars several galaxies over are the first documented intergalactic messages. Time is always in a  state of expansion – from five minutes ago to standing around forever on the celestial train platform where travelers are waiting in line for a seat on the long-distance viewing car that’ll take one forward to a future self, or backwards through time where one can get a front row seat to the Big Bang.