Tuesday, February 17, 2009
In looking for inspiration, I turned to man's truly last free place. I sat atop my porcelain throne contemplating whether or not to actually use the facilities for their intended purposes. Flashes of murder, rape, and poverty flew across my brain, presenting themselves on a big white screen, like a drive-in movie. And then thoughts of love, family, and peace flitted across the cyclone that is ever present in my mind. The lists re-appear, it's time to prioritize. However, I find myself perfectly content at the moment. The necessities are all within reach, well most of them; I might have to stretch a little. With a renewed vigor I ponder the various routes available to me. The road forks into a thousand different directions. How am I to choose just one? I make a mental map and imprint it somewhere in my subconscious, in case I need it later. I can't decide on one, so I gather seven, always seven, and head out. Where I am to end up, who knows? I yearn for simplicity but always take the most complicated path available. There has to be another way.