…eleanor rigsby turns off the tv…

…Eleanor rigby turns off the TV, that TV that has programmed people like her into loneliness, and into watching some idiotic ‘ball drop’ at Times Square in New York City of all places, a nothingness so far removed from her culture and her being 

Instead, she decides to no longer live life vicariously, to no longer be a mere witness in a programmed life, when all life is so very, very brief. She decides to be an active participant in life. She calls a friend who thought she was dead. Another similarly inspired, not heard from friend then calls. Reassured and reinvigorated the sense of loneliness is replaced by the sense of being alone, comfortably alone, but not lonely – if they cannot meet, they realise that doing something (say, reading a book or writing some reminiscence) and listening to music can be still enlivening, at hand, a coffee or a ‘beverage’. Read the rest of this entry »