The Solace and the Self

How often we define ourselves
by what we consume.

Becoming vehicles of the past,
those of us for whom our media

creates that sacred space between
the solace and the self,

the joy that paints the walls
of our abodes.

We settle into grooves.
The music lovers find vinyl,

and some hear only that produced
before the fall of 1962,

and even those who listen more
collect what most accords

with self’s baseline.
The same with books, and films,

and games. We do not all
step forwards constantly,

but grow dusty with time,
surrounded by our memories.