Wednesday at 8pm on the back of a plain white business card, the address below. 4256 N Ravenswood, the ominous Brothers Grimm-ness of which is not lost on me though any sense of numerology very much quite most certainly is.
That’s today’s first certainly is, and it’s after 7:00. The next two are that the street is split by train tracks, and it’s the west side I want, southbound, quite certainly, because south is down and west is away from my shadow. Dial intercom 242. 2-4-2 on the intercom upon arrival, that is, more properly. Meet 3rd floor, less so.
Well at this rate I’ll be there by 7:50 and the sun will still be up over this the great shared world and isn’t it just beautiful and don’t you just want to smile? You better, because each and every single last fucking one of us is hurled nightly into a sleeping world all our own though I bet you didn’t know I just stole from S. oh yes Ocampo so who’s to say whose is whose.
In transit, I consider language and liberation, considering that language may in fact be liberation and yet all I can seem to think to scribble are stories of how we’re living and obscure directions to other destinations.
That’s the problem with seeming to think. Better to just go on and do it, and leave all that seeming to the wanting, particularly the wanting each and every thing to be the thing, because we only get one shot before the next transmogrification.
So, taking mine, I push the envelope into another envelope and insist this time I will be delivered, now that I know the address. The sun has been fierce today and I wipe the fear from my brow with a no less fearful forearm, an act which merely smears the beads into streaks of misfortune.
How absurd it is to try so hard to be so time-bound and tame when every single very last pore pronounces total freedom.
Originally published on Hijacked Amygdala. Slightly revised here because I sometimes can’t leave things alone.
Something about Wednesdays.
Great read! I so enjoy your unique musings…I feel my brain transmogrified a couple times while reading this 🙂
Pushing the envelope into another envelope, that made me chuckle. Gold.
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Ah what a compliment—brain transmogrification! Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Wednesdays have an interesting duality. Actually, “interesting” might be putting too strongly if we’re talking about something that’s both a goal and an obstacle for most work-week people.
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Once again, in my mind, I had left a comment, but was just cleaning out my email and saw that I hadn’t.
Wish I could remember what I was going to say ha!
Maybe it’s a completely different word from “interesting” lol.
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Well I hope it comes to you because I’m “curious” haha
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Nope, nuts, it’s gone. Something about Wednesdays. I was hoping I would think of it, now it’s Thursday, haha. Evidently nothing memorable.
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Let’s blame the great void of Wednesday for swallowing it up
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haha I had the exact same thought! And now it’s going on Friday here!
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In that case I think I’ll go on your local time today, since it’s only just Thursday morning for me. I’m happy to toss today into the great Wednesday void as well.
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haha great plan, hope it worked for you!
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