Reaction
It’s just the way it is, you see. Every person you meet, you hear through the walls of your apartment or bump into on a busy city street is distinctly hateable. They have a wall up between you and them, but it’s more like an invisible barrier that blinds everyone, stops love and repels communication. Nothing can be done about it because the moment you try to penetrate that barrier you are thwart with inadequacies and vile self-doubt that cripples your mind. It’s just the way it is, at least, for me that’s how it is because I’m not wanted.
Observation
Keiser Bull came over to me in the parking lot and stood ten centimetres from me and looked me directly in the eyes. I saw in those pools of derision a fortune of bold stories and reckless innuendo. He’d travelled all the way from Argentina just to discuss an article I was writing in which his point of view would be highly valuable. The reason: Mr. Bull had been witness to atrocities during the war because he was ten years old in 1942 and had direct contact with The Keiser. My story was about the frailties of the human condition.
Block
Someone’s following me on the page. Every time I write a sentence I can feel the tension; it lingers like wafting smoke from a recently fired gun. I’m not sure what to do about it except to keep going and see what happens. At least this way it’ll look like I know what I’m writing and maybe she’ll give up. I know it’s a woman, not a girl, because the tension is sexually charged and my palms are sweaty to the point that my finger prints don’t even register on the keys. I’ll begin another paragraph and lose her.
Decision
Let’s be honest. At least if we can’t debate the meaning of life, we can take out a full page add in the New Yorker, right? Everyone is enthused about this Jack. Don’t you see it? No, I don’t Sam, I just don’t see it. Listen Jack, the thing is that whatever we talk about, whatever happens between the Left and the Right, it’s not going to make one fuck of a difference. You have to at least admit that! Sam, listen to me now because I’m only going to say this once. I will not marry into that party.
Hope
Looking across Santiago Centro I glimpsed the sky at the horizon like a fluorescent bulb, almost surreal as the smog blanket covered the city and acid rain filtered through past the balcony and touched the pavement below. I think about why my parents abandoned me, and subsequently why I have nobody in my life and it just takes a toll on my life, it strains and tugs. Is it love that I see but cannot reach through the turmoil?
New York
She runs. He walks. The sun shines its hideous rays on every spec of matter. Coming the other way is a lady. She’s old, very old. As the three approach one another there is recognition. The sun stops shining. The trees lean over and whisper to the old lady, who by now has forgotten why she is walking when she should be sleeping. The tree informs her that she is dead. She doesn’t believe it and smiles outlandishly. She knows the other two will acknowledge her. They pass. Nothing. Her smile dissipates.
“She’s a weird old lady!”
“Yeah, bit early ha?”
Change
I will go, I will, I promise. I PROMISE, ok?
Sure you will. I’m sure that with every ounce, every atom in your body you’ll just lift yourself off the sofa and carry that body of yours all-the-way-across-town. Yes. I’m sure…
Oh fuck off you silly disturbed anachronism.
That’s all you got?
No.
Well get up then and fight me. Show me that what I see isn’t a foolish, half-wit with nothing more to offer the world than a lazy outlook on life. I don’t think you can. I really pity you and your weakness.
You’re right. Goodbye friend.
Morning Glory
The road out of town was a single dirt track; probably not even considered a road, yet the locals knew it as the main artery into the heart of Glorywood. The town was normally pulsating with movement even though it was small compared to other towns, but today something had happened. The usual traffic didn’t flow. Where was everybody? The mayor began to worry because this had NEVER happened before, he swore it. He rushed from house to house looking for reasons, for answers. Perhaps he would have to find solutions from the outside. Should he send for the Captain?
It’s just the way it is, you see. Every person you meet, you hear through the walls of your apartment or bump into on a busy city street is distinctly hateable. They have a wall up between you and them, but it’s more like an invisible barrier that blinds everyone, stops love and repels communication. Nothing can be done about it because the moment you try to penetrate that barrier you are thwart with inadequacies and vile self-doubt that cripples your mind. It’s just the way it is, at least, for me that’s how it is because I’m not wanted.
Observation
Keiser Bull came over to me in the parking lot and stood ten centimetres from me and looked me directly in the eyes. I saw in those pools of derision a fortune of bold stories and reckless innuendo. He’d travelled all the way from Argentina just to discuss an article I was writing in which his point of view would be highly valuable. The reason: Mr. Bull had been witness to atrocities during the war because he was ten years old in 1942 and had direct contact with The Keiser. My story was about the frailties of the human condition.
Block
Someone’s following me on the page. Every time I write a sentence I can feel the tension; it lingers like wafting smoke from a recently fired gun. I’m not sure what to do about it except to keep going and see what happens. At least this way it’ll look like I know what I’m writing and maybe she’ll give up. I know it’s a woman, not a girl, because the tension is sexually charged and my palms are sweaty to the point that my finger prints don’t even register on the keys. I’ll begin another paragraph and lose her.
Decision
Let’s be honest. At least if we can’t debate the meaning of life, we can take out a full page add in the New Yorker, right? Everyone is enthused about this Jack. Don’t you see it? No, I don’t Sam, I just don’t see it. Listen Jack, the thing is that whatever we talk about, whatever happens between the Left and the Right, it’s not going to make one fuck of a difference. You have to at least admit that! Sam, listen to me now because I’m only going to say this once. I will not marry into that party.
Hope
Looking across Santiago Centro I glimpsed the sky at the horizon like a fluorescent bulb, almost surreal as the smog blanket covered the city and acid rain filtered through past the balcony and touched the pavement below. I think about why my parents abandoned me, and subsequently why I have nobody in my life and it just takes a toll on my life, it strains and tugs. Is it love that I see but cannot reach through the turmoil?
New York
She runs. He walks. The sun shines its hideous rays on every spec of matter. Coming the other way is a lady. She’s old, very old. As the three approach one another there is recognition. The sun stops shining. The trees lean over and whisper to the old lady, who by now has forgotten why she is walking when she should be sleeping. The tree informs her that she is dead. She doesn’t believe it and smiles outlandishly. She knows the other two will acknowledge her. They pass. Nothing. Her smile dissipates.
“She’s a weird old lady!”
“Yeah, bit early ha?”
Change
I will go, I will, I promise. I PROMISE, ok?
Sure you will. I’m sure that with every ounce, every atom in your body you’ll just lift yourself off the sofa and carry that body of yours all-the-way-across-town. Yes. I’m sure…
Oh fuck off you silly disturbed anachronism.
That’s all you got?
No.
Well get up then and fight me. Show me that what I see isn’t a foolish, half-wit with nothing more to offer the world than a lazy outlook on life. I don’t think you can. I really pity you and your weakness.
You’re right. Goodbye friend.
Morning Glory
The road out of town was a single dirt track; probably not even considered a road, yet the locals knew it as the main artery into the heart of Glorywood. The town was normally pulsating with movement even though it was small compared to other towns, but today something had happened. The usual traffic didn’t flow. Where was everybody? The mayor began to worry because this had NEVER happened before, he swore it. He rushed from house to house looking for reasons, for answers. Perhaps he would have to find solutions from the outside. Should he send for the Captain?
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