The Zodiac Prejudice: The Railways ( Part 3 )

I'm cold as a match 

Ready to strike...

- FF

Well, Maggie got to the station. Otherwise the story would've lost its sense. Sam was sitting on a bench, staring through his glasses. Maggie stopped for a second. She was curious to know. She wanted to see what he could see. What could he see through his eyes? How did he feel about it? What was amazing, astonishing, disappointing, sad, lithle, childish, remarkable, beautiful, intriguing? What did he see?

She went on, stumbled and stepped by his side. Taken aback,he looked at her for a second, then gazing in the nowhere ( again ) said:

"Have you noticed that railway lines wave in for certain length, then split and continue in two parallel lines?"

She looked at the far division.

"Yes, you are right," she blinked, "I haven't noticed."

"Sit " he smiled at her.

Further on, they talked about little things, big things, films and songs, bands and theoretical physics, literature and trivia awkwerdness. She calmed down. He was calm.

Then Maggie asked:

"Do you know that everything has a beginning but has an end too?"

They kept silence.

"You are not right. You need to change the sentence. You need to twist it for such an unfortunate truth deserves the solace of ostentatious beauty."

"And how should it sound?" Maggie asked.

"Rather... The beginning of an end is far less the value of the mean. What do you think?"

"Too complex. Complexity sucks."

"Ok, radical."

He gazed at the nothing again.

"What would you say about ... Between the beginning and the end is all we call impractical. Impractical is what matters."

Maggie feverishly looked for a hidden message that meant he did not like her. She failed to find it.

"Yes, I like it more that way."

Sam smiled and gazed at her face. This time his glasses were all in her direction. She could read them. At least, she decided to believe what she saw. She decided for once not to let strong sense overtake the beauty of probable illusion. She wanted to believe and so did she. Just let go and answered his gaze with a look full of simple complexity, beautiful anxiety and passive desire. 

Still looking at her eyes, Sam mumbled mumbled:

"So you share my lck of pragmatism?..."

She sighed a yes.

They kissed and continued tracing the railway lines and routes together.

What happened afterwards? I can't really give an answer to this question. It is not my story to follow it. Then Maggied and Sam followed the railways but today may be the beginning of an end... Or it could have been yesterday. That is how trivial life becomes unique to some - they need just to let go and quit planning. Others, though, need planning the next second or they quit life. The trivial ending is the perfect beginning of a story - it evokes the collision of simple and complex.

What more?!

The Love Gathered in a Mix Tape

Love is a matter of eternal questions. Yes. There is no right definition. Love is just love. And when love meets music, what happens? Do we collect the love into our most memorable songs or love fills the moment of the song and later on it is past?  Or do the music keeps the love sounding into the void ?
Recently I've read Love is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield. It is an amazing book! Undoubtedly! Definitely! It is a life woven into string, songs and remarkable non-turns. Every chapter welcomes with a list of songs taped. I asked myself. What is it about? Is it about life? or is it about love? Or love to music? Is there a clear answer for my vision? No.
Love is a happening. Love is not an object or subject. But neither is music. It is a soul. Strangely, non of us realises how amusing can  Difference be before living through it. For example, how different love can be from in love? If you have been in loved, you can undoubtedly remember a song or two that marks your crush. Oblivion by Bastille is a sample in terms of my crush. It was a long-time crush dedicating me to total obsession with this song. The song now reminds me of these September days during which I waited. Just waited to meet a pair of eyes. Not this piece of music is a reminder and carries my story. But... Is it the story that marked the song or the song marked my story?...
These questions raised while I was reading the book. If I was in loved once and now I just listen to these songs what will happen? Metaphysics can't really help here, huh? It is more of a component than a solution. The author says that if you gather all your mix tapes in one place, you'll get the story of your life. It is a brilliantly said truth. Spoken out loud. I often think of summarising my story so far, but I am not sure if some time later my story will receive a totally different meaning.
Can we say our musical history can be taken into new aspects? Is I possible to change our so-far history only by a single sip of coffee at the station?!
There are so many questions about love and music and history. They ate actually too much. The one thing that Rob Sheffield taught me for sure is that music is a carrier of love. Love at any level. Love of anyone to anyone. Love in the cake you ate yesterday under Sting's Desert Rose. Love is everywhere in everything. Music is also everywhere. It is glorious power that knows no obstacle to enchant both souls and minds. Music keeps safe the love you felt that day on the train. Music is what preserves it after you got distracted.
Thanks Rob! :)
I'll remember what you said and keep it into Losing My Religion day after day. Ok, I've just overdramatized this blog. I am quitting now. You all got the point. Listen the music and feel what you feel. You will feel it again sometime in prospect. :)