In Murakami’s “1Q84,” one of the main characters, Tengo, describes a story by a European author: A young man, rambling with no destination in mind, finds himself in an ostensibly abandoned town. After dark, he hides in the bell tower and beholds the town suddenly filled with an influx of cats who open the stores, the restaurants, and the place becomes vibrant with urban feline life. The young man in the story stays there in hiding too long, however, and the train that once brought him to the Cat Town no longer notices when he stands at the station, no longer stops for him. He is stuck in the Cat Town forever.
I bring this up because I feel a bit stuck, myself. I’m in a time of great waiting. Waiting for my new EP to get printed, waiting to hear back from venues so that I can start promoting the EP/chapbook release performance, waiting for my new day-job to give me actual shifts, and I’m starting to feel like I’m losing steam. Almost as if my car has been detached from the train and is slowly losing momentum.
I’ve had a handful of projects fueling my fire for the past six months, and it’s starting to slow down. Gourd help me should I start to stand still.