Lyle perches in lotus position atop the towel dispenser for “nighttime’s gurtical tete-a-tete,” sucking the insides of his cheeks and listening intently to Ortho (“The Darkness” Stice) as he relates the severe case of nighttime somnambulism that involves not just his own personal movement but that of his bed, which moves (the bed) from its position against one wall in Stice’s room to “a whole nother wall” (How much do I love that he says a whole nother?!), a phenomenon on which Lyle’s advice to The Darkness is singular:
Do not leave objects out of account. The world, after all, which is radically old, is made up mostly of objects.
What exactly Lyle means by this however is unclear (to me, anyway). He’s got this sort of persperation-craving Buddhist thing going on, right? So I’m thinking the whole thing about not underestimating objects may tie into the Buddhist notion of attachment and freeing ourselves from attachment and craving (!!) and the like. Speaking of craving, when Lyle says objects, is he referring to the subjects of our varying addictions, or is he simply referring to our attachment to objects (and does this subject v. object notion bring up a whole nother kettle of fish)?
- Hal’s one-hitter
- Pemulis’ yachting cap (attached to Pemulis’ head)
- Mario’s head-mounted Bolex (attached to Mario’s head)
- Eric Clipperton’s Glock 17
- Poor Tony’s feathered boa
- Tiny Ewell’s laser chronometer
- The fork embedded in Morris Hanley’s left hand
Objects matter. They take up space in our heads (!!) – I may not think of myself as an object-attachment type person, but I am. Though I work in the digital world, in my personal life, I am a bit of an analog (it’s the wrong word – pre-digital?) devotee. Having recently acquired a 1970s-era turntable, I spend entirely too many minutes flipping through the bargain bins of my local record store, minutes that I count on old Timex Expedition (analog) chronometer (which chronometer’s whereabouts I must be cognisant of at all times).
In the first moments of each day, I gather my objects together – phone, wallet, said chronometer, laptop, Infinite Jest… not the ebook but the actual 6 x 2 x 9.2-inch book, which, when this post sees its digital dawn at 6 a.m. Eastern Standard Time, I will have crammed, with those other objects and an assortment of wearable objects, into a 10 x 16 x 24-inch carry-on object with which I will board a large and aerodynamic Boeing 737 object, the object of which will be to ferry me to another locale (home to the Bureau des Services sans Spécificité), filled with entirely different objects. And while I am often predisposed to mailing postcards, my transmissios to you this week will be digital. analogs (right word) of these objects that I will endeavor to not underestimate.
But back to my question about Lyle…?