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“Imagine a world in which there is no time. Only images.”
-Alan Lightman, Einstein’s Dreams
Today, i’ve been limping, i envy amphibious living, i mean frogs can go hopping between stones agily, while i can only muster calculated steps, every time i stretched my feet after the other. you can see pain spelled on my face, like a misplaced stigmata. Unlike frogs, like other cold blooded animals they can go in and out of water as they please without effort. I also envy water, they can go low when it is necessary. Water also assume shapes, contours, and edges, it can freeze not as they please but only when temperature tells it to, it can murmur when at it’s boiling point. Today in my mute-land , i can only limp, turtle pacing to where the noise are roosting.
This is my tale, it is meaningless as other tales before this, the good thing about all of these meaninglessness is nobody asks questions, or else they will suffer the same fate as the tales it questioned. It’s utterly useless as well, why would you question something that is meaningless in the first place? For the sake of becoming align with the weight of being non-relevant? Wait – meaningless, useless, and irrelevant all in their glorious affirmative-negative state.
Haha. This is actually nsfw.
Last night, i’ve been with some of the kindred souls i’ve known in the 2 decades of my existence ;p i enjoyed listening to their stories, how most of their lives changed overnight waking up one morning and their hang-over never left, throbbing until today, an echo roaming inside their head that kept them puzzled what happened the night before, the kind of buzz that kept on buzzing long after they abandoned drinking on the same glass of wine.
One friend of mine stopped wearing socks out of guilt, another chose to retreat in corners and wait for random conversations, one decided to wear sleeveless shirts to show how tattoos become more define whenever he flexes, another one decided to hover above everyone else, becoming light as balloons. another one felt like an out of time wine merchant during the wedding at canaan, most became entertainers performing magic, belting out sonnets, love peddlers, seeking what ever cause they can make out of nothing, but, come to think of it, they are as disconnected as they are more inclined to talk to their gadgets, passionately.
In this world, artists are joyous. Unpredictability is the life of their paintings, their music, their novels. They delight in events not forecasted, happenings without explanation, retrospective. – Alan Lightman
Unlike most of them, i decided to become an observer participating only among the shadows. A token for everybody else.
Unlike others i don’t have to fake it.
I’m saying all of these because the limp disallowed me to dance and entertain others like those in the circus, i hate it when my pick-up line opens with –
- hi, ive got an infection
- you know what my psychiatrist said?
- Let’s share something aside the moon
- So, what’s your favourite chaser?
- Do you know there’s a shampoo called gee you hair smells terrific, too bad you don’t know it?
- What is the square root of 3,789,987.987?
- You wan’t to disappear?
- I’m so cheap, you don’t have to bargain
- I need to measure the steps from your gate to your bedroom for feng shui
- I’ll call your ob gyne
The other day, a girl with an eye-shaped-coming-all-the-way-from-china, prompted me to reconsider writing again – in random. How exactly random is random? Does randomness have a criteria ? Or does a criteria in itself contradicts randomness? I am always at ease with all things that is random. apparently the concept of tenure is now bigger than the idea of randomness. Don’t you think that the moment we invoke the idea of randomness, we are already limiting the possibilities? The what ifs? Is it dearth instead?
Thank you so much, you made me write again.
In this era of dis-association, in this era of persistent ironies, the need to connect becomes greater, and the necessity to ignore all misgivings is in no way correct, anyway let me write about this separately.
Limping for me is an excuse, secretly i’ve been praying that the heavens will inflict me with some sort of sickness aside from what i have right now straight in the head.
I would have wanted to become unproductive and see how the world will bid it’s time, in this harsh world where everything is random, everything done on impulse, my adoration will remain the same, sincere and erratic. Haha.
to her who showed me images and words in mixed commotion. salamat!
I shall not allure you
With dangling adornments
Nor entice you
With painted face
Nor dazzle you
With natty garments
I shall not please you
With a veneer belying my thoughts
No, i shall not come to you cloaked in false beauty
Only to disillusiones you later
I shall come bald