A self-interest blog about daily happenings accompanied by pictures, music and video.
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10/4/10
I was in Kelly’s apartment when the phone rang. I picked it up immediately. It was for me and the voice speaking to me was garbled. I was able to make out a particular voice. It was male. It was explicitly speaking to me alone. I was vulnerable to this information and focused attention to the best of my ability. Exclusively. The man rattled over and over… last visit was ninety-nine, I am your relative… I hung up the phone, disturbed and yet felt like words I have just heard were truthful. Placing the phone on the receiver and glancing up I notice two indonesian servants cleaning her apartment. I realized then that I had to get ready for work myself. Standing near the closet already, my hands dove into the hanging shirts. Searching and searching, I found some button-up shirts waiting for me.
I fled into a reverie. Possibly trying to search for something, but I needed help.
Kelly and I were walking on the Greenbelt just observing our situation all around. It seemed to have been built just as I realized we were walking. I turned to her. “Look over there, they’re breaking branches”. We both stare at the construction workers, working uniformly. Stranded and suspended over the stream below. The branches cracked and fell just as we realized what they were doing. They continued their work after only realizing that we had just arrived in their gaze. It’s as if both of our collective moments were happening simultaneously - not one after the other. I picked up a fishing pole and saw that it was already giving itself into my hand. It must’ve knew, because it already contained bait. The stick was no fishing pole. It’s precariously tied knot only taut enough to endure exact pressure. I caught a fish in a mere second. I pulled the stick back and in one steady motion the fish were in my hands, just as my other hand had been reaching for whatever was in the water. I noticed that the bottom of this pale-yellow red-bellied fish was sliced open already. A blatant sign of decay. I pried open its mouth only to find my Wallaby shoe lodged inside.
