Sunday, April 18, 2010

Time in a can of soda

Demons. Of a lifetime. Concentrated into a bottle of concentrated juice.

Let me begin this the way I usually begin sentences these days. I wanted to put this somewhere else, but I am constantly at conflict with myself.

Ghosts from my past came to me, looked me in the eye, and they asked me "heads, or tails?".

Sure I'm absorbed with the events that have been circling me, but that's not too much of a problem. That's the trend these days. 327 million people have been declared poor, but front page speaks of a screwed up cricket franchise that's being taken away by a Mr. Modi, and a man who shuffles marriages like, well, whatever. I've lost interest in that sentence.

In a lot more interesting world, where the clock chimes at every hour, but the hours fly away every second, a lot has changed. An entire universe of beliefs has been turned upside down, and nothing makes sense anymore. Anarchy rules this world, and order lives out in space.

Frankly, though, if you look back, order is merely what you think it is. So that means order is perhaps, what I perceive of it. Then, perhaps, everything is wrong, because it's right, but not right like I see it. Then perhaps, I am wrong.

I don't want this to be a short post. But my environment changes rampantly while I'm writing. I don't want to write.

Are things like writing this even in my control anymore?

As a side note, I'd like to mention that this institution almost feels like one. Big learning on a class called life. Also, time is of the essence, as with all human endeavor .

Demons. Are you the demons that I think you are?

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  1. Nice piece. A post structured in chaotic film? Un possible.

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