Incorporeal Anamnesis
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Walking. I’m always walking. It’s nearing dusk, the sky’s a dirty gray neon blue. I don’t pay much attention to my surroundings cause I’ve seen them a thousands times before. I suppose there’s a brilliant sunset going on somewhere, but I’m stuck on a street amid claustrophobically close buildings that are just tall enough to block my view of any such sky magic. I’m in downtown Charleston, King Street, near 52.5 Records I suppose. It’s that calm before the storm time, after the summer tourists have packed it in for the day, but before the drunken creatures of the night come out to play. I suppose I’m walking home from work… or just walking for the sake of walking. There’s an eerie stillness in the air, no sound. I’m suddenly a little confused, “what am I doing here?” but before I even have a chance to answer myself, it seems as though the world has come to life. An almost iridescent bright yellow taxi speeds closer to me; I can’t help but look at anything else as the yellow sticks out so brilliantly to contrast the dull gray-blue of the rest of my surroundings. The taxi pulls up right next to me and I see into it’s back seat. A friend from my past that I haven’t seen in months… maybe a year looks directly at me and says “hi!” My head bobs, my chin hits my chest, but I quickly correct myself. I’m in my room in Florence. I had been meditating… must’ve fallen asleep. Ha! What a vivid… dream? I think I’ll write it down. Da capo.
Walking. I’m always walking. It’s nearing dusk, the sky’s a dirty gray neon blue. I don’t pay much attention to my surroundings cause I’ve seen them a thousands times before. I suppose there’s a brilliant sunset going on somewhere, but I’m stuck on a street amid claustrophobically close buildings that are just tall enough to block my view of any such sky magic. I’m in downtown Charleston, King Street, near 52.5 Records I suppose. It’s that calm before the storm time, after the summer tourists have packed it in for the day, but before the drunken creatures of the night come out to play. I suppose I’m walking home from work… or just walking for the sake of walking. There’s an eerie stillness in the air, no sound. I’m suddenly a little confused, “what am I doing here?” but before I even have a chance to answer myself, it seems as though the world has come to life. An almost iridescent bright yellow taxi speeds closer to me; I can’t help but look at anything else as the yellow sticks out so brilliantly to contrast the dull gray-blue of the rest of my surroundings. The taxi pulls up right next to me and I see into it’s back seat. A friend from my past that I haven’t seen in months… maybe a year looks directly at me and says “hi!” My head bobs, my chin hits my chest, but I quickly correct myself. I’m in my room in Florence. I had been meditating… must’ve fallen asleep. Ha! What a vivid… dream? I think I’ll write it down. Da capo.