Environmentally Friendly...

A commercial on the bus a few years ago told me the same thing – the world’s a better place without it and your mind’s a better place too. But the 33rpm keeps spinning and spinning and spinning these notes and words that float above the brain. When you’re thinking about too much you can’t think anything at all.

It was yesterday though. Reading people through the jackets they wear or the little black strokes they leave on rectangular bits of white paper. But no one saw anything wrong with that because it was not in the intention. Until it was. Not everything is something and life is so much more relaxing with that in mind.

Halfway to where they said we all should be at. Maybe it’s done already. I don’t mind. Maybe it’s no longer there, never was and never will be. But all these horizontal lines that spoke in red kept replaying it all again. A one minute walk through the sludgy grass after a nightful of rain.

The first, the second, the third reminder tomorrow. And I’ll forget all about it in the faint blue morning.

"Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi
in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:
Σιβυλλα τι θελεις; respondebat illa: αποθανειν θελω."