Seriously, there are times when a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc - especially one that tastes of minerals and stones, elderflower and a hint of citrus - is the only way to go.
It's not the solution for an existential crisis. I'm not sure what is. Maybe microdosing with LSD. Nor for a broken heart. Then you don't appreciate the delicate flavour. Something more full bodied is required on those occasions. Nor is it the answer when you're just bored and fancy a tipple You can afford to experiment in a state like that. Tickle the taste buds with something new. It doesn't matter if it's not perfect. It's not the solution when you're anxious. A small glass of red might do the trick. A Primativo, perhaps. When you want to celebrate, fizz is the thing. And though I like Prosecco, frankly Champagne is the drink for me. Dry as dry can be. With a friend, any decent wine is good. With a new friend, a cocktail is better. With fine food, consult the sommelier.
To be honest, I could have this perfect Sauv on any occasion - but it is the only solution when you feel that life has become thin. That the veil between you and despair is still in place, but translucent. When the sense of being who you are is a sense that you might as well be anyone.
Does that make sense?
My perspective on the world is mine alone. My single private vision of what is. Embued with for-me-ness and, like the transparent pages of a a ricepaper book, underlaid with a past that is deep, so deep, and so intransigent. And I cannot share share this world with anyone. Not anyone. Not ever. It is mine alone and that realisation is shocking. I cannot expect or even hope that anyone would be interested in how I see, how I feel. I am alone in my skull and my skin through utter inevitability. I rely on the kindness of strangers to see that I am a me. For from in here, that is something I cannot do. I am just a window on the world with its own unique configuration. In these times, that doesn't make a me.
And even if some compassionate other grants 'me' presence, who is the 'me' they see but a vision created by their own mental constructions.
Enough others, enough time and maybe this me could be more than 2D. But in the meanwhile, I take the wine.
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