Trip shit...

Another undated day in my life - indeterminate time, indeterminate event, indeterminate people. Coordinates of Time, Space and Action is somehow irrelevant to Life. They’re just incidental detail to be updated on a need-to-know basis. This time, in the words of a famous Somebody, I don’t need to know. Einstein, if you’re rolling in your grave, well, sonny, somebody had to tell you the Truth. It had to be me. The irony is incidental.

Anyway… it was indeterminate coordinates when I looked up and then there it was… circling in the sky like some Goddamn unaffected planet - at the same instant, Floyd was singing the favorite.

Suddenly she said, ‘That’s the thing with Floyd’. Everyone present just nodded. There was a palpable agreement in that pleasant silence.

I like these moments.

Either no one is listening or no one gives a rats ass. Either way I like it. You throw a meaty bone and the well-fed dog just sniffs and says ‘Thanks but no thanks’. The comfort is in the fact that no one cares about your feelings. I like this neglect. It’s wonderfully comforting.

Saying the Thank Yous and Spreading all that Love and Happiness, Agreement and Democracy, Ass licking, Smiling, Be Happy, Be Positive just GETS to me like a million skunks on overdrive. The problem with the world is that too many people want to agree with each other.

Lets be REAL for a while and tell people what we really think. What a wonderful thing that will be for the world. No more Stupid social gatherings with Aunties and Marriage proposals and “I just bought a new house and by the way, I’m a superstar” tête-à-tête.

Sample conversation between A & B:

A: ‘Hey there! Here's a thought - how about you never talk to me again as long as we both live? Cos the truth is, I can't stand you. ”

B: ‘Sure thing’

A & B part ways.

This is the world I want to live in.

It was Sunday

It was Sunday.

One of those indeterminate times between late afternoon and just about evening when the winter sun decides to go surreal. It filtered in slanting golden through foliage and concrete and lit up everything in sepia glow like a Grace Kelly movie.

So from the balcony I was sitting on…everything moved in this afterglow-flush in suspended animation. A cyclist creaked past and someone made their way across the road and disappeared into a school building. Nothing else moved. Then a couple of kids ran down the footpath tripping over each other. Nothing much else happened.

It was like the city had holed itself up and gone to sleep ... and in that rare moment of respite everything slowed down and breathed.

So I was watching the scene ... sentence hanging mid page of Catcher in the Rye the hundredth time over– and suddenly... it was Perfect. Like a Dave Mathews song or like comic timing.
The whole damn thing was Just Right - for no fathomable reason.

Just then some idiot honked loudly... as if by cue the traffic picked up, the sun started to fade and I remembered I had to be somewhere else. The quiet blurred out of focus … and the moment crumbled – it was over just as it happened.

I guess that’s what’s killing about it - Perfection is insignificant.