Writing Practice 36: Cracks

Adam: I never got along with circles. I don't like spheres. They represent something endless. I like answers. Planets are spheres, the sun is a sphere, black holes work in spheres and this whole universe is spherical. Fucking toilets even flush in circles. Spheres and circles are how the universe works. What does that say about me? I don't like spheres. They bug me. I don't seem to get along with the flow of this universe. Do you have any idea how hard that is to understand? I was on a plane once and I looked down at the landscape below and I saw a river. From so high up, the whole river had a shape. It looked like a a bolt of lightning. It was jagged and worked in what seemed to be straight lines back and forth. It looked like a blue crack in the earth. A river ran through the landscape in a lightning pattern.Rivers, from overhead, look like someone dug out a lightning bolt in the ground and filled it with water. I see the same shape in tree branches. Tree branches look like wooden lighting reaching out from the trunk. Rivers, lightning, trees. I was amazed one day when I looked at a human nervous system and saw that the nervous system branches off like trees, like lightning and like rivers. It goes off in all directions in little branches. This shape is prominent in nature. It makes me suspect that trees are nature's nervous system. I don't really think that, but it's a nice little connection. Anyway, I relate much more to this shape - this breaking and jagged manifestation of nature. Not spherical nature, but something else. Another presence. Something breaking through. And I think that's how I'm going to do it. Like the cracks in a windshield that break off in tree-branch or lightning form - I think I have to crack the fabric of reality before I can be certain that there's something to crack at all. And if I can crack it, I can break it. If I can break it I can travel through it.