As you already know, yesterday was all about Time. This trend picked last night to fully blossom with a true blast from the past. The Perseid Meteorites? I was prepared for those. But this? Not a chance.
On my way to an evening of Music, Dancing in My Chair, and Jaegermeister (Did I spell THAT correctly?) with friends, just as we had finished dinner, I received a notification that there was a comment in response to something I had written on amazon.com — yep, we’re talking about the same time-frame, I just posted about, a few minutes ago!
If that’s not synchronicity, I don’t know what is!
I looked at the comment, bewildered by its significance. It was very brief, and answered a question I had posed at the end of my piece, about stylistic issues. So then, I began climbing yet another set of steps into the past, as I read my review backwards.
We had already begun walking to the Katafygio, my favorite hang-out here, since the guy who owns it is both a musician and deejays the music there, and has a fantastic sound system …
So, the place is not more than 200 meters away, and while I am walking, my eyes are stooped over this review I wrote, and I’m mumbling, out loud, while Vangelis and Susan are a few steps ahead of me and are tracking me.
Totally, forgot I had written this. TOTALLY.
It’s not bad. I should add it to my writing samples, wherever they are. (Definitely in a cloud, but not the same as the clouds Big Brother currently commands and oversees. It’s my cloud, alone. But ever since I fired my Muse in early 2015, I have a really hard time tracking its orbit and location. It’s a complicated mathematical equation …)
So here it is!
(Thanks to an unassuming stranger who stopped by, and who had snatched it from the cloud, brought back to me, and placed it in my lap. Many thanks, GS!)
It’s been that way all day, today.
Finally, finally, finally –
(But dare I say it?
Very very risky.
I’m not a Las Vegas Person.
This interests me immensely. )
“Things are finally looking up.”
Good day yesterday.
Had my gourmet peanut butter and black currant jelly on country white bread sandwich.
Listened to lots of music.
And wrote and wrote and wrote.
Went to bed. Slept well. Up during the night cause I had an earlier nap. Relaxed. And productive. Woke up rested.
Took another nap.
Worked and worked.
Went out to get cigarettes and gas.
Took Illinois Elgin – O’Hare something, etc., intending to go to Starbucks and spend the afternoon on my computer. But there was no sign on what was formerly 355 for the Woodefield Mall Exit, a major shopping attraction, anymore.
I didn’t want to go to O’Hare, and besides, I doubted it was done anyway. They started building it when I was still living in the area. It would be years before it reached O’Hare, decades, perhaps.
Not that I was thinking about the shit above when I was driving – nope. Not at all. Mostly I was trying to figure out where the fuck I was. I landed several towns away and in a different direction. So I decided to make a left at the intersection. The street was broad and had several lanes in both direction and was empty.
I pulled into the outer left-turn lane. There were 2 outer left-turn lanes, land the light was red, so I relaxed a bit, and thought about getting my google navigation out, to help me find my way back to Woodfield.
The other lanes, to my right, had green lights. But traffic was extremely light. So I sat in my lane and waited for the red arrow to turn into a green arrow, while the other lanes – on both sides of the road – were green.
My focus was ahead.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!
Fuck! I was hit.
I WAS OKAY.
FOR A WHILE.
The seat belt locked me tight against the seat. That was the most painful.
Aside from splitting my upper lip (my first ever!) I felt physically okay. But my brain was no longer intact. Who knows what chemicals it was awash in now?
My Brain was in Shock.
The absurdity of what I have so lovingly titled, THE ODYSSEY OF INVISIBILITY, of events – totally, outside of my control – would rival Voltaire’s Tale.
Eventually, you start to wonder why Today keeps looking the same?
And the day keeps changing and looking the same.
Today and today.
I would rather not
You gotta admit. Something is not right up there? They construct full mosaics of people and strip them of their authenticity as humans. This is utter nonsense.
Who are these fools who have been in Medical School for 8 years –
And, this is it?
This is the product of their knowledge?
Playing with scissors and construction
But I can never remember his name.
What I can remember is this.
What I do remember is this.
I am entranced by him. First time he did Ian. Wow. I was floored by his intensity. First time I ever saw someone do the role of a real person and have you totally convinced the real person is not the one who is not on the screen. (Or something like that.)
Fucking Degree in Moronics.
Magna Cum Laude
That’s what that is.
I fuckin love him.
And his name is really simple, but it won’t stick in my head, for some reason.
I look at it on the screen and think …
Someone I know, but not sure whom.
So I keep scrolling
And my iPhone is driving me crazy. My settings are totally chaotic. I hear sounds, but I have no idea what they mean. Totally fucking annoying crap.
Looking to see if any other memories were in my head about this guy’s fuckin name!