Sorry for waiting so long to read your belated response,
I know how it gets so hectic, so busy, so drone-like, so rhythmic. I
suppose it's these times when I feel blessed: Arrhythmic energies,
deftly out of synch with the modern progress machine. I work in the
morning, eat breakfast during work, sleep during lunch, prepare my work
on the bus, daydream during my prep time, go to work before my boss and
sneak out too early, exercise under the moon and relax in the sun. And
when I should be doing 'this' I am doing 'that'. The only thing that
separates 'this' and 'that' is a loophole most of the time. Loopholes
are my thing. And being flexible.
So, Old Friend,
Thanks for writing, whenever it is.
I was once told in a sultry whisper that,
"Hope and Nostalgia stand equally in the way of authentic experience"
Sweaty curves, incense and pheromones. Cool air sank in through a
pane-less window into a dim candle lit room. Somewhere in Asia. No one
really knows.
It was her way to take me and
leave me without having to feel any guilt. I have used it ever since,
as a sort of cruel magic charm to say to women, both pre-emptively abandoning
them and warning them. It saves time. Abandoning all, on the burning bridges of life.
That being said,
I am glad you wrote. So glad that I am looking forward to the next writing.
How are the kids? The mortgage? The job(s)? How are those things?
When you forget a idea, does it cease to exist?
Does the subconscious mind control my bodily movements more often than the conscious mind?
Do we spend more time asking "What is it?" or "What should we do about it?"
The animate reflects the essence of the inanimate.
Develop a taste for the unknown and never go hungry again.
Fuck Loans
Fuck Work
Fuck Taxes
Fuck Bills
Fuck Upgrades
Fuck Fees
Fuck Pin Numbers
Fuck Passwords
Fuck Visas
Fuck Liscenses
Fuck Permits
Fuck Rules
Fuck "Have-To"s
Fuck Paperwork
Fuck Offices
Fuck Loudspeakers
Fuck Prescription Drugs
Neckties, Fuck 'em
...
to name a few.
It feels good to say Fuckitoo'em.
Feels even better to just avoid 'em.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one trying to figure out how.
Or that I was trying to be the only one who isn't trying to make things
less confusing than they don't have to be.
(?)
-M.S.
