Been so focused on things that interest me and the
amusing reference to Wittgenstein’s philosophy - I
never prepared for dinner & unintentionally ended
up eating rice-cakes and gluten-free rolls, a proven
recipe for disaster, I can’t turn back my boat caught
midstream in this fast-flowing current straight down
The cliffs of nutritional deficiency, I’m into the rapids
of chemical imbalance and discomfort - with a foggy
short-circuiting brain and the Little Alien in my head
is quite happy since it’s always riding the waves of
depression into a new creation - which leaves out of
the equation the simpleton who leads my life
So I sigh because I wanted to write down the story I
concocted today, yet while my mind is out of control
recording a fairy tale is a waste of time and the plot
of my library book is turning awry because the world
is absolutely neutral and meaningless and we have
to assign the magic of significance to the things we
Perceive - and currently my eyes have no magic in
them - maybe I can resurrect the adventure of my
protagonists wandering through the world in order
to find the equivalent of their Golden Fleece, given
that the story entails beautiful scenery, if the Little
Alien in my head permits I might take my mind there
No comments:
Post a Comment