Thirty Years
And can I even begin to think about it?
I don’t know. The world seems such a wide place in the context of everything and my fingers find it hard to type in the midst of frozen. But it’s hardly even…when I think about just a few months ago. Just a few months ago…when the breath was caught in the throat and the every breathing was a chore not to be taken for granted…let me begin again. Just because.
Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps it was because. Of the very thing we said to avoid and then we were exposed to because when the word “avoid” really means, “do-whatever-your-veins-tell-you.” I have yet to get used to the grammar of this land; this way of writing, editorial. But below is a small extract I can only begin to fathom…yes, it’s a gas:
Once upon a time, there was a man. This man was on a roll when it came to life and he never had to worry about anything – silver spoon in mouth, all that bedazzling all. He was off on a cross-continent trip one day on a carefully-decorated wagon (this was still the age of wagons) when he fell off suddenly as the horse came to a sudden hiccupping second-long halt and, in a minute instance, he found himself in the midst of nowhere – a no-one and a nothing. Silver spoon slipped out of the mouth and the sum of everything gone.
Why didn’t the horseman notice? Perhaps he really, genuinely didn’t? perhaps he didn’t want to (this man on the roll was not the nicest man in the world). Either way, he didn’t and that’s how it was. So what happened after that?
I have as much to ask as you do. And I have only a set amount of time to find out. But that’s time enough and that’s the same amount of time that everyone has – as much as they have. Can we ever complain? Yes: about pollution, debt, the state of the world and the way things have changed since we last watched TCM. But really, has it ever changed? Years from now, they will be complaining about the ways we tried to cope and years before now they were also trying to deal with the very same thing.
I have no ideas about what where how and when. And I will never, you will never. All they say, at the end of the long long long day is: Let it Be.
I don’t know. The world seems such a wide place in the context of everything and my fingers find it hard to type in the midst of frozen. But it’s hardly even…when I think about just a few months ago. Just a few months ago…when the breath was caught in the throat and the every breathing was a chore not to be taken for granted…let me begin again. Just because.
Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps it was because. Of the very thing we said to avoid and then we were exposed to because when the word “avoid” really means, “do-whatever-your-veins-tell-you.” I have yet to get used to the grammar of this land; this way of writing, editorial. But below is a small extract I can only begin to fathom…yes, it’s a gas:
Once upon a time, there was a man. This man was on a roll when it came to life and he never had to worry about anything – silver spoon in mouth, all that bedazzling all. He was off on a cross-continent trip one day on a carefully-decorated wagon (this was still the age of wagons) when he fell off suddenly as the horse came to a sudden hiccupping second-long halt and, in a minute instance, he found himself in the midst of nowhere – a no-one and a nothing. Silver spoon slipped out of the mouth and the sum of everything gone.
Why didn’t the horseman notice? Perhaps he really, genuinely didn’t? perhaps he didn’t want to (this man on the roll was not the nicest man in the world). Either way, he didn’t and that’s how it was. So what happened after that?
I have as much to ask as you do. And I have only a set amount of time to find out. But that’s time enough and that’s the same amount of time that everyone has – as much as they have. Can we ever complain? Yes: about pollution, debt, the state of the world and the way things have changed since we last watched TCM. But really, has it ever changed? Years from now, they will be complaining about the ways we tried to cope and years before now they were also trying to deal with the very same thing.
I have no ideas about what where how and when. And I will never, you will never. All they say, at the end of the long long long day is: Let it Be.
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