Why would it do that. Just sat there and stared at me. I am a kitty fan but it seemed so absurd this morning. What did it want? I began to envy it. It didn't have to work. Well except for food and shelter. But people normally take care of that, and constantly if I may add. Lucky.
So I began the ever changing journey down the flight of steps leading out into the weary world and lo and behold, sounds that hadn't tickled my senses in over a decade. Or maybe I wasn't listening out for them. Children music, child interaction. Innocence. They rammed right into me as they turned the corner into the establishment. Shocked and the instantaneous worry that mommy was going to yell. But no, not this morning. It was bright and dandy, mommy was black haired and beautiful. Ruffling the girls blonde hair, she smiled back at me while mommy apologized and explained they had just moved in and hoped i didn't mind some noise as they were brining in quite a bit of furniture. Shrugged, shook my head and smiled. The best 3 action combinations a man can perform to make a woman melt. Or maybe that was my own imagination. Who knows if she was actually real.
I could be in a room somewhere making latin music and singing in ancient Gaelic.
But more about that some other time...
Passing by the shops on the way to station, I stopped at a store that sold dolls. A freak of nature, really. Who actually wants dolls? They stare at you through most of the day; I say most most cause some owners put them for a afternoon nap, I heard it helps with complexion, and then stand there in whatever place you place them in or on and stare at you the remainder of the night. The night. Dolls at night. Stare. You get my meaning about them being freaky. If you don't then I suggest you make your coffee with more brandy than usual. And keep it up.
I tap on the glass pane and hope they make a movement of any sort, but no, not today. Maybe tomorrow.
Why the station? See I have a bad relationship with my car. We met when I was 16 and we've been together ever since, but she cheats on me with the traffic patrolmen or sometimes the contractors and even the gas pump boys. Lately she makes weird sounds when I stop at the lights and simply stops functioning. My advisor recommends I find "something real". I think he's just jealous.
I sit in the train looking at how everyones mouth moves when they speak. If you look at it long enough, it gets quite hilarious. A funny flesh contraption that opens in literally the same way but different sounds pop out of it. I make a puppet mouth gesture with my hand and laugh.
If you look it at it right, we're all made up of energy, we never really sleep and bread is fattening.
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