Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Listening left us also with the knowledge that, once you stop to look, everyone has the most beautiful eyes.

From Harper's Magazine June 2006

Constance at the Home: Yes, Frank. I'm here at the home of a family we believe may have fallen victim somehow to the event of night, down here, tonight.

The scene is quiet. The lights at this simple one-story home are all off.

A sprinkler,on a timer, waters the lawn in long, even sprinklings of water.

The scene is dark. In the darkness, a floodlight, activated by a motion detector, will periodically flood the lawn and drive with light. What is felt most here is the mystery. The unspectacular mystery.

What remains for us to feel - after having knelt down to feel the worn-out welcome mat, looked up at the humble shape of a simple house - is, again, the mystery. The feeling that there are deep, deep things in the world. Structures, vacancy, people, departures - and all of the strange-sounding names of things, to name only a few. We just a moment ago learned that it was only so long ago that the residents of this modest off-white home gathered on the perfect lawn here, to throw horseshoes and eat food. Also, lather that same day, they made a human pyramid. Which, still a little later, in laughter, collapsed. Frank?

--Will Eno

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