Someday we\u2019ll talk about us, but today is not that day. Today we\u2019ve been talking about the fallen leaves in the yard, because we can\u2019t decide what to do with them. You say we should let the leaves do what they wish and that they\u2019ll probably disappear by spring, I say chaos will follow, we both shrug and stare at the leaves or the void, for whatever we do seems to make things worse, so we do nothing.<\/p>\n
Someday we\u2019ll talk about what we meant to each other. Today we\u2019ve been talking about that hole on the wall, which has been there for three years, because we can\u2019t afford to take care of it. You stare at the hole and I do too, then I place a Van Gogh print in front of the hole, and you nod and say, much better<\/em>, so much better, and we agree that maybe next month we\u2019ll fix it.<\/p>\n Someday we\u2019ll talk about us, about how it all starts and how it all ends. Today we\u2019ve been talking about how divided and fragmented we stand in the world, about the world, about life, how it\u2019s been too demanding lately, and you ask, lately<\/em>? and I shrug but you know what I mean.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Not long from now, we\u2019ll talk, we\u2019ll meet in a bar, in a bus, in a dream, and you\u2019ll think that no matter how old I get, I\u2019ll still be Holden Caulfield, a moody teenager, and I\u2019ll think no matter how old you get, you\u2019ll still be happy-go-lucky, an Anne with an E, and that we will always be orphans, and you\u2019ll sigh and say we need holidays and I\u2019ll sigh as well, then we\u2019ll both laugh, like that was an inside joke, for that\u2019s what it will be, for we\u2019ll be living a life we won\u2019t long to escape from.<\/p>\n Not long from now, we\u2019ll talk about how long ago, before electronic devices, before maps, people used the North Star to find their way, and about how we\u2019ve been each other\u2019s North star through hardships, and you\u2019ll say, not all the time<\/em>, but we were, all of the time, so I\u2019ll shake my head and say the North Star is always the North Star, it can\u2019t be the North Star whenever it pleases, it always leads the way, except when it\u2019s cloudy<\/em>, you\u2019ll say and I\u2019ll nod, because the North Star is a star after all, not magic.<\/p>\n Not long from now, we\u2019ll talk about how future generations will cringe with our times, the cruelty, the greed, and about how we fought entropy but then we stopped fighting, and how we fell out of love but on Fridays we were back in love, and about how subtly despair overwhelmed us and beat us, and I\u2019d say she moves in mysterious ways, but I won\u2019t, not to sound like a U2 Song, we\u2019ll talk about the wildfire that threatened us and saved us, when we almost lost our house and everything, but we didn\u2019t, although we fell in line and ran away, about how we complied and evacuated, and how everything would be lost, and how the fire taught us how deep into defeat we had been, like we\u2019d been expecting it and did nothing, like we had romanticized loss, but there were those who stayed and fought the fire, who didn\u2019t leave, didn\u2019t obey, defied the orders and saved our place.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Someday we\u2019ll talk about why this piece is named Compliance, although compliance isn\u2019t the main issue, but the story desperately cried for a soundtrack and we wanted this. How it isn\u2019t the main issue, but Muse named their song “Muscle Museum,” they gave it an irrelevant title and we did the same, they used language, a wordplay, and in turn we used music, the name of a song. About how this piece fell into place the night we heard the song because we fell in love with a song again and that was hope.<\/p>\n Someday we\u2019ll talk about us, and life, and hope, and it won\u2019t be like before, when we talked and talked and talked but said nothing at all. Someday we\u2019ll forget about all the things we didn\u2019t fix, about how we complied to greed and wars and pain, and how defeat infiltrated us and we almost fell apart, and we\u2019ll talk about us and how we saved each other. 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