Over
and over...
Story:
Just as your eyesight returns, just as you start to focus on what's in front of you,
the realization you've been somewhere else creeps in.
You've mentally left your present environment to concentrate on subjects
from afar. Many times the fool
sneaks up on
you, appearing without warning; other times you seek him out.
How often have you cursed the inventor of the mirror, the one sole
who through his cunning mind, makes all humans look at one more stranger; and
gave them one
more person to deal with, yourself. One
look into those eyes surrounded by wrinkles and gullies carved by a hard
existence give you a twisted and chiseled understanding of life.
How awkward you feel when you realize that same life is no more than a
mirror image of the worn and cracked paint on your car.
They’re all signs. They are
all signs of the past. Unique as a
fingerprint those signs of creation and decay.
No two pasts are the same, no two futures as long.
Your memories are all you, the sum of your attention.
The sun rising and bringing with it the days heat,
the loud music from the apartment down the hall, the clinking bottles being
taken out from one more weekend, it’s
all you. The day has started
just like it has every day for the past year, the