You hear that? Crickets. And you know what I remember most about right after the storm? How quiet it was. No cars. No buzz from those power lines. No birds. Not even crickets. I’m telling you, it was quiet. As death. So now, when I hear them bugs rubbing their legs together like they do, I feel fortunate, Delmond.
Le vent se lève, il faut tenter de vivre.
Our culture has accepted two huge lies. The first is that if you disagree with someone’s lifestyle, you must fear or hate them. The second is that to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do. Both are nonsense. You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate.
Frugality is one of the most beautiful and joyful words in the English language, and yet one that we are culturally cut off from understanding and enjoying. The consumption society has made us feel that happiness lies in having things, and has failed to teach us the happiness of not having things.
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.