A Kind of In-Between
By Aaron Burch
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Aaron Burch is both nostalgic and looking forward to what's to come, all while trying to enjoy the present as much as possible. A Kind of In-Between
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A Kind of In-Between - Aaron Burch
The Last Few Years…
I turned 40 and got a promotion and went to a lot of movies and watched a lot of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette and the state where I live legalized recreational marijuana, and then I turned 41 and went to the Kentucky Derby with my wife and to Fort Lauderdale with my wife and then I bought a new car and drove across the country by myself, east to west, and spent the summer with my childhood best friends, then drove across the country by myself again, back the other way, west to east, and then I got divorced and moved into an apartment, taking with me mostly only the essentials and what was most obviously mine instead of ours but also the big comfy couch that we had gotten from our neighbors when they moved away and didn’t want to take it with them, and I read a lot and drank a lot and listened to a lot of records and went on a bunch of dates and had a bunch of sex and the city where I live opened its first dispensaries, and then I turned 42 and then COVID shut down almost the whole entire world and so I got internet in my apartment and started watching more TV shows and movies at home and drank even more—probably too much, but also very possibly the just right amount; who can say, the world seemed to be ending—and I read less and listened to fewer records and then the government sent everyone stimulus checks and so I used mine and bought the biggest TV I could find that cost the amount of money the government had given me and I started watching even more TV shows and movies at home, but never another episode of The Bachelor or The Bachelorette, and I went to my local dispensary’s website and ordered some edibles and then I drove to my local dispensary and parked in their parking lot and sent them a text that I was there and a guy brought me my edibles via curbside service because people were no longer allowed in most non-essential stores and some nights I’d eat one and relax into my big comfy couch and watch a movie, and as someone who smoked pot a handful of times over the years, here and there, but never really that much, but who has enjoyed a large amount of art about drugs, I found myself wanting to feel some version of my mind expanding to new realities and to see new truths heretofore invisible to my sober eyes and to feel and see and understand the beauties and possibilities of life—both my life but also just life, in general—and also the interconnectedness of everything and everyone, but mostly I would just end up falling asleep on that big comfy couch and then waking up in the middle of the night and turning off the TV and sometimes moving to my bed and other times just sleeping there on the couch all night which, to be honest, sometimes actually feels like, if not exactly, at least a version of the sought-after mind-expanding new reality and previously invisible truth and beauty of the world around me, the very infinite possibilities of life that I’d been looking for.
More Recently
You Think About That Or
You’re staring at the wall of books.
You want to leave them all, everything. Move on, wipe the board clean, start anew.
What are you going to do with them?
you ask, though you know.
You also want to take them. Because you’re you, because it’s your nature. Because she wants to get rid of them so you want to do the opposite.
You hear her ridiculing your desire to hoard, to hold onto the past, though she isn’t. You’re unsure if this makes you want to take everything or none of it. It makes you want to do both.
Is it because you’re sentimental? Or thrifty?
she asks.
You look left to right, up and down. A wall of bookshelves that visitors have mistaken for built-ins, but you bought and put them together when you moved in, one standing next to another next to another, corner to wall.
You’re not sure what you are.
Something About Patterns
or Habits or Grooves
I get on the wrong bus. It’s been a long day, I’m tired. And it’s cold out—colder than it was when I left my apartment this morning, colder than I’m dressed for. I’m ready for the warmth of that dry, stale, shipping box air of the bus. Ready to be home.
When I moved into the apartment, I brought my records. I brought the record player my parents gave me for Christmas a few years ago that had been sitting on a shelf, unused, in our basement storage room. I took a big comfy chair—my favorite to read in, to nap in, to curl into and have a drink at the end of a long day. I didn’t take a TV. I didn’t get internet. I don’t have anything that can play a DVD or CD. I listen to one band, one album at a time, no shuffling, twenty minute increments until I flip or change the record. It feels a little different, new. Purposeful.
I got on the wrong bus,
I text a friend, walking home in the cold.
At some point, I’d opened my eyes and the view outside my window didn’t look familiar. Or, it looked familiar,