warm bodies//made of feathers
Walking on a sidewalk peering through the window of the tjmaxx. It’s almost christmas so when we walk in, of course it’s a veritable winter wonderland. Picking items up from the shelves to get a closer look.Walking through the corridors picking up this very memory to get a closer look at the tea set that was on the shelves at tjmaxx that day.
Sometimes, when I’m clear enough, it’s like a physical space up here that I can walk through, live in, rest in. It’s funny that a memory of looking at an item on a shelf is in itself an item on a shelf in my head.
Now where were we?
“applying no pressure”
It’s interesting, I wasn’t trying to do this certain thing, but it happened. Much to my surprise! I had aimed my efforts elsewhere, many elsewheres, but it was the one place I hadn’t even considered that came to fruition. There seems to be the blackest of humors to our reality (?), universe (?) The more I want it the less likely I am to get it, the harder I try to recall a memory the more likely it is to flit away, the more desperate I am to find a missing item, the more exasperatingly likely it is that I’ll find something completely different I’d forgotten about and wasn’t concerned with at all! And this has always been the case!
“heres the part where he quotes his father mistakenly quoting Plato”
Well I couldn’t find the exact accurate quote my father may have been referring to so never mind.
The point being, God is Brer Rabbit, or perhaps Bugs Bunny.
There’s just SUCH an annoying dark punchline to everything I observe. Yknow for all the fighting of science vs religion, even in a scientific view, following human logic, if you go back far enough, something, some quark or gluon or even more super subatomic hypothetical particle had to literally be able to come from nothing. At the end of the line is always things just popping into existence. How annoying! Zoom out a little bit, (and I promise I’m not talking about myself here) our dear friend rabbit will often craft the most perfect stereotypical specimen of a man or woman, then say, actually, you’ll hate this gloriously crafted body your whole life and suffer with it, because your soul is mismatched, zoom out a bit more, and the atrocities inflicted on a population scar them so horribly that they turn around and do the same to another.
There’s always a punch line! There’s always a punch line that I can’t avoid seeing ergo, I can’t take any of it seriously.
Exit stage left.
