I have been tagged by Camille with a meme:
I now propose a new tag: Things which one has read and has been influenced by which are not confined to those paper-bound vessels of the printed word we refer to as books. Let's call these Non-Books. Or maybe Impossible Books. Or Limen Books? It's up to you. List five.
The furrows in a field seen from a moving car.
This image has haunted me, liminally, from an early age. The feeling of being in the backseat, on an interminable car trip, and I have finished reading all my books (usually within the first hour of the journey). I am lulled by the rhythm of the car's jostle and hum, and I look out the window at the fields blurring past; the long brown and green lines whipping past us. If I squint and look sideways, the furrows slow down and seem to lope along beside me as we drive. It was my little secret game, me and the furrows. Squint.....now, wide eyes. Squuuiiiinntt. Wide eyes...... There are certain fields just over the county line in Monterey County, growing cole crops like broccoli, brussel sprouts or sometimes artichokes where I still play this game. There is something so iconic about this view, living on the central coast of California. It's so 'East of Eden' out here. There is also an over-arching feeling of solitude tinged with boredom and a faint melancholy that I have trouble defining.
Non-sequitor: The ancient Scots had a system of furrowing their fields that was called a 'runrig'. They were more like permanent bumps and hollows in the landscape and can still be seen in many old fields. Incidentally, Runrig is also the name of an 80's anthem-rock Scottish band. Sort of Big Country meets Queen at a Glasgow Rangers match.