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  • It was an art walk, more specifically, a sound art walk. Sound installations had been put in various spots around Long Beach and we walked from gallery to repurposed storefront to street corner to see them, or perhaps “experience” would be a better choice of word to describe being witness to vibrating gold dust, people playing cactus as a musical instrument and mad loud carnival side shows. The work ranged from beautiful to aggressively ugly and yet the thing that struck me most was not “art.”

    We had ducked into a small shop, a modern day five and dime, selling crafting bits of fluff and flotsam, when I saw a small bin of cardboard circular cutouts advertised as “Circles with Possibilities!!!”

    The store sold Possibilities, and at a nickel apiece, quite a bargain.

    In truth it was a mundane thing, and yet also profound. Possibility for sale. Cheap.

    Volumes of books could be written about the knowledge that the possibility for something more, something better, always exists. We just need to allow ourselves to see it and the opportunity to grasp it. I won’t write anything that long, but just say that for a would-be pessimist like myself, the sight of possibility on sale for as many pennies as fingers and thumb per hand needed to pick it up, brought a smile to my face.
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