i was putting morgan down for a nap the other day, one of those miraculous days that she actually did sleep, and it occurred to me while singing "the luckiest" that i had created a vision to go along with this song. when he sings "what if i'd been born, fifty years before you in a house, on a street, where you live... maybe i'd be outside as you passed on your bike, would i know?"
now, its not remarkable that i have created visions to go along with this song, as we all do this (i assume) with songs and books and such, but that i have overlapped and used that same street several times. the street i see when i sing or hear "the luckiest" is the same street that i see when i read "white oleander"- specificially when she meets her female lover for the first time- not coincidentally its the same street i see when i think of the vaginal monologue where the younger women meets her older lover- this makes sense because its a similar story so i place it within the same context, scene, street coldasac.
strangely enough- its also what i picture as my aunt and uncles place in vegas... although my logical mind tells me it probably does not look like this.
its ALSO the same street i pictured my favorite odd couple from "watchers" (by dean koontz) living on when they get married.
i've never seen this street but i can imagine it so clearly in all these stories. i suppose that if i ever come across it, great things will happen there! or maybe not. maybe i'll just take a stroll and think, oh yeah, over there is their house, and yes-thats where that terrifying dog/beast almost killed them, mmmhmm....
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