The Deep Freeze

Driving 20km towards the South, to see the fabled green tinged skies of the Southern Hemisphere.
There were no lights within a 5km radius, the only lights were from the headlamps of our car.
Cruising just under the limit, it was a breeze.
15 minutes top, we were from Point A to B.

A man signals us to stop.
Standing by an old Honda that was parked on the side of the open highway; like a beached whale.
Cautiously he approaches, shining a beam of unfiltered light at us.
Piercing through the dusty windshield, we were identified.

Pooling out of the car we slouched.
Faint chattering all around in the dark; an occasional moo and bleat was heard, but apart from that, it was dead.
I couldn't see what the fuss was about. No green tinge, red, or orange lights.
Expecting to see cascading waterfalls of charged particles whizzing about; I saw something else.

Overlooking upon us in the heavens above, a sight I have yet to see before.
The immense beauty charges through me like a nuclear aftermath, tingling my scalp and hair in my long balck ponytail.
Hellen Keller would have tickled us with peals of her excitement and joy, for the sights and eerily lack of sound was ethereal and somehow pleasing.
The trickle of uncoordinated blinking and the many particle galaxies upon the microcosmic universe; behold, the lack of sleep.

Fumbling and frowning in the darkness, I struggled to extract my DSLR.
To my surprise, and in its demise; the camera died on me.
Lugging around dead weight, the dude's best friend brought a dud.
Blemished and showing signs of scars, the battered grandpa had a great past.

Irritation turned to anger, which resolved to silence.
In mind, body, and kind.
An epiphany fell from the skies, landing on me; it crushed away the hopes and dreams, and brought reality.
A truce between you and me.

* * *

During this encounter, I realised that we have become obsessed with copies and duplicates. Trying to take photographs and videos of places in space and time, in an attempt to preserve the memory, wanting to take the experience with you along the years to come. 

Instead of appreciating the moment as it is or as of it may be, our greed for consumption consumes us. We want to know more, to show more, to ultimately be more; this makes us who we are, yet slowly decays and rots us away.

Let's set aside the technologically advanced mechanisms of memory preservation and sit in silence. Appreciate and undergo the full treatment and experience. Do what the past has taught us, embrace the true self of the elements in our iron-sights. 

For the experience.

Erratic Behaviour