A New Catbird Seat
It became apparent to me today that I needed badly to do something about my neighbor's birthday. Putting traditional convention aside, I decided to toss several rolls of toilet paper into my blender. From which I made a thick cake batter, and embellished with an utterly deceiving coat of icing. While I disagree with the principle in most circumstances, beauty in this case was more than skin deep. Divulging this, I'm reminded of the uncanny Hannibal Lechter who, despite all his might and struggle, was a wickedly unoriginal fictional character. That is neither here nor there though.
I came to this realization just as I had eaten a piece of my napkin. Wiped my chin with it. Placed it in my lap. Picked it back up again to wrap my sandwich. And took a bite. Unconscious consumption.
Transitions being like birthday cake, a stale convention, I continue now with a question.
What about all those moments where things are on the brink of a bang or on the verge of existence or rest in the instant before? You have to believe there are those whose entire being resides in this instant of eternity. Up to the about-peak of things but never compelled or pushed to the opposing side, into the rush of action. Never swung the pendulum completely in the face of the opposite direction. The ones who are on the edge of their seat. Maybe even leaning forward. Their head tilted. Their mouth dry. Eyes squinting. But they never stand up. To run. Or to speak. Caught on the brink of birth. Is such existence vain?
I tell you it is like the bottle of unopened milk gone rancid at the depths of the top refrigerator shelf. It is the suds that never went down the drain. It's going to bed before the fire smolders into coals. I tell you it's like the pristine paper napkin left in its ring next to a dirty dinner plate. Some of the most curious things known to mankind. I tell you, stop counting the odds and start counting calories or the strikes out of three, things far more productive. Because my friends, the dust particles will never settle. And as such, your hands will never get quite clean enough. This I say in all sincerity, rationality and absolute lack of patience.
They say good people have patience. I say keep scrubbing.
I am early for a rendez-vous, early being the most ideal position of power with which one could empower them self.
xoxoxo
I came to this realization just as I had eaten a piece of my napkin. Wiped my chin with it. Placed it in my lap. Picked it back up again to wrap my sandwich. And took a bite. Unconscious consumption.
Transitions being like birthday cake, a stale convention, I continue now with a question.
What about all those moments where things are on the brink of a bang or on the verge of existence or rest in the instant before? You have to believe there are those whose entire being resides in this instant of eternity. Up to the about-peak of things but never compelled or pushed to the opposing side, into the rush of action. Never swung the pendulum completely in the face of the opposite direction. The ones who are on the edge of their seat. Maybe even leaning forward. Their head tilted. Their mouth dry. Eyes squinting. But they never stand up. To run. Or to speak. Caught on the brink of birth. Is such existence vain?
I tell you it is like the bottle of unopened milk gone rancid at the depths of the top refrigerator shelf. It is the suds that never went down the drain. It's going to bed before the fire smolders into coals. I tell you it's like the pristine paper napkin left in its ring next to a dirty dinner plate. Some of the most curious things known to mankind. I tell you, stop counting the odds and start counting calories or the strikes out of three, things far more productive. Because my friends, the dust particles will never settle. And as such, your hands will never get quite clean enough. This I say in all sincerity, rationality and absolute lack of patience.
They say good people have patience. I say keep scrubbing.
I am early for a rendez-vous, early being the most ideal position of power with which one could empower them self.
xoxoxo