Everything has changed since I contracted COVID (July ? 2022). I missed the PCA show (save for day one), and then was able to memorize the collage of faux postcards and blurry photos on the sliding door to my bathroom at the Flamingo in Vegas (room 5011), and vowed that if I ever eat another over-priced hamburger – anywhere, I’m liable to go postal.
I haven’t been in a “contemplative” sick state out of town in ages. And a lot swishes through the brain when the mind is given the chance to imagine listening to ambient silence such as is emphasized in John Cage’s masterpiece – 4’33”. This, instead of the constant commotion and cluttering chatter of everyday sounds relentlessly bombarding my eardrums and psyche. And in Vegas, there is no such notion as a moment of silence. Those who run Sin City want your head to rattle so you can’t think straight ergo allowing separate cognizant thoughts from the tittle (otherwise why would anyone buy such high-priced schtuff in the first place?)
After much thought as an independent businessperson (in this case a cigar broker), I’ve decided to turn the chessboard upside down. All the pieces have been upended, fallen to the floor, and scattered in all directions.
Look for my next piece – and my next move. Cheers.
IrvCigarBroker 