Easter Eggs

evanadelman — Mon, 04 May 2009 20:40:57 +0000

I am a big fan of Easter Eggs. The kind I leave for myself and don’t find for months, or sometimes years. My natural tendency is to pack things away in the smallest of corners and never think once about throwing something out – drives Carrie a bit nuts with physical things — and if you still think I’m referring to the eggs you eat, you’re probably thinking that maybe you don’t want to come visit my house. But of course I’m referring to euphemistic easter egg. The favorite guitar pick left in a coat pocket. The photos from Phoenix, AZ squirreled away in some random cupboard. And today, this file, simply named “READ.rtf” buried in my mini’s hard drive. Every few months or so, I come across this file, and every so often I actually am curious enough to open it. And every time I’m glad I did – it slays me everytime…it’s contents read:

Walt Whitman

Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore,
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide,
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights of Brooklyn to the south and east,
Others will see the islands large and small;
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half an hour high,
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.

It avails not, time nor place–distance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d…

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I’m overall still very happy with the move to London – but at this moment, right now, I miss NYC. I feel like I’m in high school again with a crush on two different girls.

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Easter Eggs