Nothing matters if nothing connects. The torn gum wrappers are one small
hint; elderly tourists covered in cameras, another. I used to love the dark or
just after, when there was no fundamental difference between stopping and
quitting and what may really only have been planets looked like stars. I
believed at the time that everything was interesting. It’s why I always carried
around so much shit in my pockets. The best advice is to avoid lingering. Even
things like a computer can be a horrible ghost, something only for people who
wake up automatically and feel refreshed.
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of
the forthcoming poetry collection The Middle of Nowhere(Olivia Eden
Publishing). He co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely.