Between Nothing and Forever

Even as a kid it was a question of Death, or action, motion, speed.  On the swing-set, flying high, like later, running.  Swinging for life, more life, another century of life.

I sang:
“I’m gonna live to be a-hundred-and-seven-years-old!
I’m gonna live be a-hundred-and-seven-years-old!
I’m gonna live to be a-hundred-and-seven-years-old!”

Could Death so terrorize a seven-year-old to obsession, to the extremes of ritual and incantation?

I was the youngest at the picnic, seven years closer to Nothing than the adult picnickers, all in their twenties and thirties — too far from Emerged-From-Nothing to remember. And even further – most believed – from Forever-After to be awed by the Nothing eternally to come.

I chimed my ditty (prayer?), swinging rhythmically with metronome precision, fifty forward, fifty back:

“I’m going to be a-hundred-and-seven-years-old!
I’m going to be a-hundred-and-seven-years-old!
I’m going to be a-hundred-and-seven-years-old!”

Pendulous. Hypnotic. Doomed.

Crystal Night is a singer, songwriter, comedian and "general performance artist," as she describes herself. She spends most of her off-stage time performing odd and various rebellions against Power and practicing the electric and acoustic string intstruments she builds and designs herself. She also plays a mean banjo and ain't too shabby on guitar. Crystal lives and works in The City. Read other articles by Crystal, or visit Crystal's website.