Day 73- 11.28.20
It started as a joke when I lived in
Bushwick and couldn’t afford to
turn on the heat.
I’d turn on the video I found online
of a slow fire burning and
I’d laugh and laugh as my
toes froze through the night.
Anyone can watch it.
It’s a video of a fire, likely birchwood,
burning in real time for
eight straight hours,
all the while an acoustic guitar arrangement
of holiday classics are calmly strumming along.
It’s undoubtedly soothing yet
delightfully tacky—a double whammy for
our guilty pleasure receptors.
It’s not rocket science. It’s not magic and it’s not even all that surprising.
But when I close my eyes
I can feel the flames warm
the soft flesh of my eyelids.