disenchanted and disappointed, the usual
October 25, 2007
I’m going away. I’ll be back.
I’m not telling you this. I’m telling myself.
You just happen to be here. Or you aren’t here. Doesn’t matter which, does it. Or does it?
I suppose you get to decide if it matters, what matters and to what extent. I’m sure we could never really have a conversation about that, at least not one either of us could follow.
Listen, I’m no longer talking to you. I’m that person with a tiny phone apparatus stuck to my head who walks up and down the street going on about something you don’t care about and could not care less about.
I may be gesticulating as I talk, but that does not mean what I’m saying has any urgency or that it’s any of your business. My tiny phone apparatus could be a prop, nothing more than pieces of cork and wire painted black. What would it matter? It gives the appearance of purpose and connection, and isn’t appearance what’s important?
I’m dressed nicely, too. This lends credence to whatever I’m going on about, but I’m equally nonsensical dressed or undressed.
Listen, why are you still listening? Listen, there’s nothing to hear.
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