when I was a kid, I watched
a lot of old westerns on the Sunday matinee movie on TV. I can actually remember watching them on a black and white TV.
anyway, usually I largely make sense of the world through footy.
But this year, I find theres vast gaps between my analogies, preventing my mind from processing some things.
cause there isnt enough
completely unpredictable stuff happens in footy, really. (if you made sense of the world through world soccer, I guess you could draw on The Argentinian team's plane crashing? I dunno, thats not my bag)
So the last few months, Ive been augmenting how I make sense of the world through the old westerns.
and the last couple of months, ive been drawing on the classic scene,
where a lone cowboy is being pursued by a large posse.
and the lone bloke has a slightly faster, but tiring horse, and he knows a hidden entrance to a dramatic and cosy gorge. It even has its own microclimate.
and his horse just makes it through the obscured pass into the gorge in time. and while the posse keep riding, he boils a pot of coffee and hobbles his horse and stares into the flames,
while an owl reassures him.
