So you’re parked and waiting for the camera to finish staring at the stars, and you’re listening to the car radio like you used to… when listening to the radio also meant picking up the static, the signal. You see the car radio these days, it has no dial, just these horrible buttons that advertise “scan” and “seek”… and you’re being lied to. There is no scanning, no seeking at all! Just boring old finding. Swiftly zoom to the next station of nasalized country rock, skipping over anything deemed unclean, disruptive, suspect, unresolved. Life, in short. Or the honest bits of it. I suspect this is intentional.
But it’s late and then and later and now the stars are coming out bit by bit, and with them, the static blips and clicking of refracted signals emerge from the ether, nocturnal crickets, generously inhabiting the hinterlands between commercial stations. Weird and beautiful and alien, they make you feel small, miniscule but more connected to the whole world.
It’s like this every night, the whole western hemisphere spiderwebbed together by shortwave filaments. A good time to make resolutions for the New Year.