Lunar Eclipse.

I believe tonight’s is a penumbral eclipse, as it is not entirely dark.

When my parents gave me the bottle of rare Bushmills Whiskey, the time was quite right. I had a rush of memories, or a culmination of feelings. My dreams had been reminding me of lost passions.

The feeling of college is one of constantly deferring that which is important to me. For a few years I said, to Erica, I believe it was, “I miss acting.” Then I forgot. So many things went like that. I deferred them for awhile until I forgot that I was deferring them.

Luckily, they are not gone entirely. The bottle closed a big loop, with a huge surprise for me, and provided an anchor to a more adventurous me, who took on the world by himself and slept in back rooms of old inns in a foreign country. Who participated in community theater and narry felt a sliver of shyness to perform… reveling rather in the rush of it. Who planned to sleep his way accross other parts, teaching English in Eastern Europe (and I could have back then, I took it for granted that idiot americans would always be able to eek out enough, whilest hanging about in Prague, fucking beautiful Czech girls…). Ahhhh, I deferred this and deferred that.

Then I deferred a few things for a few girls too. Last lunar eclipse I watched was with Erica and Thomas at an apartment I had overextended myself to pay for. I nearly starved to death paying for that place.. and never convinced the woman of whatever it was she wanted to be convinced of. Still, I learned a few valuable lessons.

So now I have a degree, and will go back for another in a little while.

“But what profits a man if he gains the whole world, only to lose his own soul?”

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