Every weekday evening - during this strange life and temporary life I now live away from my family - I typically have dinner alone at a familiar diner on Main Street where I always order a bowl of chili, with a side of cornbread. It’s just five dollars. A real bargain. With the money I save I then continue up and down the downtown streets looking for someplace nice where I can read my book and enjoy a tall glass of beer. There are many options: breweries, bars and restaurants that serve wide selections of beer. But I always choose the place where there’s life music, as there's something about live music that makes life more alive. I think it's the exact opposite of The Great Indifference. For a hall with live music is impenetrable to the empty I've come to know in the deep desert, and which appears quite evident now beyond my every horizon, as though it were creeping in - which it isn't - but which it feels like it is. So, I go into the live music halls to enjoy some moments of relief from that awful truth which is so silent. For live music reminds me that now is the time to be alive...before the alive is over for good.
My name is Kurt Bell.
You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.
Be safe... But not too safe.