Darwin Deez

Today is one of our scarcely numbered days off. We are going to spend it by going to the Dales. I don’t know what the Dales are, but they sound rather tranquil and scenic.

I’m also using this opportunity to do an experiment on myself. Today will be a day of absolute silence for me. Not a word to anyone. It’s something that the entire Darwin Deez band did (or attempted) in July, as is a custom of Darwin’s Baba Lover religion. I’ve been compelled by the idea ever since the band explained it to me. In these early waking hours, I’m already sensing some illumination. I awoke this morning thinking of a splendid girl I met last night named Josie. Lying there on a Travelodge mattress on the floor, I couldn’t wait to start babbling to the band about her, things like “She was so pretty…she plays the mandolin…I lent her my scarf and mittens…at first I thought she definitely liked me, but then after she came back from the bathroom, I wasn’t sure…somebody said she has a boyfriend, is that true?…” but then it occurred to me that I cannot babble today. I instantly felt the soft glow of knowing that my longing has to remain a quiet and unexpressed desire inside of me, enjoyed only as such. Something felt a little more beautiful, more pure about that.