The waking state walked into the corridors of my brain with an easygoing air that morning, slowly separating the the bouncing voices of twilight into something agreeing with a commonly construed consensus of consciousness. Almost automatically I arose, said hi to the sun so high up there like it could or even would care, and being starstuff myself silently stated with a breath that perhaps the glaring yet gleeful looking ever glowing mass did in some sort of fact look down upon me. Truth.
The streets, still in their stillness, not yet stimulated by arbitrary divisions of forward shuffling synched up symbols to receive the steps of other city dwellers, struggled to keep a beat with my feet, failing to echo any sound of their strong meetings with the concrete and so returned thick thuds, announcing only (wordlessly) that they did not need to grant the sonic product of my shoes' strut the solemn honor of repeated resonance reserved for thunder, lightning, and bombs. Redemption.
The first cigarette met my mouth with a much more metallic mingle than usual, letting me know for the first time in forever that the raping of my lungs came from the reaping of refined raw things from the very place in space I owe the origins of my own inhales and exhales to. Thank you.
It was probably noon when we all looked at each other with the faces of stunned children. Nothing visually noteworthy had happened, and despite the lack of leaden omens and drastic ocurrences in our surroundings we knew somehow something had spoken, and the long awaited event had finally un-tragically transpired; the very end.
Head scratching ensued as we casually collectively viewed the utter normalcy and constancy of the quantum and quintessential, striving only to piece together from a suddenly monumentally shared sensation some semblage of sounds to make that might move more mortar or magma into a fitting memory for this moment. Instead we sat down quiet.
This had happened every day since time immemorial and tomorrow. Now we knew; it was all over, and through.













Comments
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ginny
reality is in the eye of the beholder. beware the reality challenged!
everyone should contact the anime networks and demand more 'rurouni kenshin'!!
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