in moving from low to high, we see our pathway as true, and that we are in the right. yet forever left nearby, as if they are out of view, still the shadows of the night – the gods need not take our sight …
Here’s a rough sketch of a possible screenplay: The Shadowscape – Episode 1. A dark comedy. Homages to The Twilight Zone, Black Mirror. No peak of eternal light.
[draft 6-18-2025]
THE SHADOWSCAPE
(e)scape for free from reality
“you’re welcome to pass, but step quickly inside, you’re letting out the darkness which i hope you can abide” – step quickly inside …
Sitting at a desk, an aspiring screenwriter is working on his laptop computer, struggling with writing on the screen. (In clunkier days, he might be on a typewriter and repeatedly tearing out the page, crumpling & tossing it away, eh.) Nearby on top of the desk is a printed document. Clearly visible on its title page is printed:
in moving from low to high, we see our pathway as true, and that we are in the right. yet forever left nearby, as if they are out of view, still the shadows of the night
whether heaven or haven will ever erase our blight, our myths impel us even further on a cosmic flight
[refrain] contemplate views from the site the infinite in your sight a temporary delight the peak of eternal light
like Sisyphus for his wrongs, while the summit’s view rivets, we cannot stay at such height, it’s not where our soul belongs, just for brief tourist visits the peak of eternal light
If the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland (the 1951 Disney film) used a smartphone, would his passing by a curious Alice have been less panicky?
Are you a multi-tasker? Over the years, real-time task juggling has been praised. Multi-tasking on our digital devices has become the model for all tasks, at work & home (even perhaps on vacation). Hey, lifestyle of the 21st century. In fact, not doing so sometimes is viewed as a personal deficiency.
But what does research say? I’ve noticed a few articles now & then exploring the question. Here’s the latest:
For a village with little complaint, the night was sprinkled with screams. Those nights. These were not timbres of terror. These were shouts at someone, shrieks about one’s situation.
The unrest reached the nearby forest, to the ears of a particular animal, attentive to nightly things. An owl, Dr. Nolan, for whom those sounds signaled “I’m not going to take it anymore!” With an undertone of banging doors, rending of hearts. Would there be more business at his door, “Wise Wellness Therapy” …
Yet … those days … the animals were a scene of industry, of busy purpose, aspiring agency.
And in the day, another animal, a rabbit, was attentive to that scene. Rising from his deep burrow, sheltered from the nights, he only felt hints, fading dreamlike haunts, that something was amiss. And business was brisk at Dr. Larry’s “Cuddly Bunny Counseling” office.
You’re at a cocktail party … or maybe in a social setting with your family … your attention is selective – like moving a spotlight around a stage, or tuning between foreground & background channels. Did you notice the person dressed in a gorilla costume walk by in the distance? [4]
Others want your attention. Sirens are calling you.
You want attention. Thrive on such attention.
(quote) … the ability to grab the attention of the consumer is more important than the actual product or service offered. … we will forever be invested in [hunger for] other people paying attention to us. – Chris Hayes [1]
How can constantly chasing more make you feel poor?
I was reminded recently of the book Small Is Beautiful. Does its economic philosophy still pertain to today’s world?
To a landscape of scale, wherein the business model of “bigger is better” rules. With mass speech, mass reach, mass marketing. Without any “enough is enough.”
To a contemporary context which (in some ways) operates as if people do not really matter. With our personal data just another commodity in commerce.
To a political culture infused with the rhetoric of makers vs. takers [1].
It was a lean season in the valley. Even an abandoned scarecrow had been stripped of its straw, ripped to rags moving in a dry breeze. Faceless.
A solitary, scrawny fox had slowly descended into the plain. Hunger gnawed at Jasper, but also the pain of separation from his skulk in another valley. He’d been banished, called a “veggie vore” for eating mostly fruit (especially grapes) and vegetables, and for spending hours every day listening to bird chatter rather than learning to hunt.
Pondering the 21st century freemium 2.0 landscape …
Terms of the Tree
(resistance is futile)
imagine …
A splendid mythological garden … light glints marvelously from the surface of a tranquil creek nearby … on a mild rise, a magnificent tree festooned with fabulous, colorful fruit fills the air with a seductive scent … a snake rests in the sun on top of a rock at the base of the tree.