What it's all about.

This post is about many things. But it is about nothing in particular.

It is about music and songs that I want to hate, but cannot because their brilliance cannot be denied. It is about a musical genius, about how that music or any music speaks directly to me. It is about a fantastically performed show, and about awkward handshakes at the end of the fantastically performed show. It is about all that is different this year than it was last year. It is about the disbelief that comes along with the difference. It is about wanting to dance effortlessly; it is about a boy who buys Alice in Wonderland. It is about running into one family, while standing with the other. It is about a strong dislike of nicknames from lost people, about the loss of something and someone precious. It is about acting like a child – not in a child-like way, but in a childish way. It is about feeling strangely good about it too. It is about travel, and the prospect of further travel. It is about Sunday evening and Pictionary, when laughter comes faster than correct guesswork. It is about competitiveness that comes second only to Monica’s. It is about cursing stupid conjunctivitis, which keeps away the giggling idiot. It is about the question that lingers in my head and a pink boy’s – to go or not to go? A question that is not made easy by familiarity. It is about submissions and deadlines, about research and projects. It is about reading Mappings, and feeling yay and jealous at the same time. It is about happy couples – new and old, and wondering when. It’s about the hokey-pokey, and wondering what it’s all about.

I’d like to rephrase my first line.

This post is about many things. But it is about something in particular. It is about life the last few days, and the next few days.