25.03.2025
Due to a long battle with motion sickness, I used to hate road trips. I am fortunate, however, that over the years my car related queasiness has mostly dissipated. Now it is nothing compared to what it once was, I am beginning to find small joys on long journeys.
When I was a child (and my head wasn’t bent towards a sick bag) I would chase the wires of the telephone lines. In my head I was a skilled acrobat, jumping and sweeping along them. I’ve always loved electrical pylons. Just not as fully as I do now.
The origin of ‘pylon’ comes from an ancient Greek word. One referring to a monumental gateway. And I suppose the definition holds true to the modern day electrical pylon. These towering castles of metal that reign across the fields. The modernization of electricity. A gateway to safe, reliable power for all. A symbol of CONNECTION. Now, that’s a word I especially like.
My whole life I’ve felt… uncanny. I was diagnosed with ASD as a teenager, and in some ways that did help me find a small explanation. But even with that knowledge, the feeling still remains. Like there’s something not quite right with me. Whether I’m with others or not, it’s an isolating feeling. I guess that’s why I’m so drawn to the concept of connections. Especially electrical ones.
When I first went into the server room at my office, I knew I was home. It’s the same all consuming emotion that overcomes me when I see pylons, or telephone wires. Electrical connections (whether on a large or small scale) make me feel human. When I look upon them, I am not an outsider.
I am interwoven with every being in the most monumental way.
