Tuesday, March 25, 2008

In the not so distant relatively distant future

Spectrums are abandoned all together. Rainbows were in vogue for a while, as were disorders like Klienfelters and SARS, but now only absolutes ruled the day.

Conjecture went by the way side, as did circumspection and deliberation. Now things were cut and dry as enforced by the interplanetary council of responsible assurance. There seemed to be some unsavory moments resulting from unruly questioning of rationale in our past that lead to a crack down. Now if things weren’t certain they weren’t considered for public consumption. And of course by “seemed to be” it is universally regarded merely in its historical context where such things as “seeming” still existed, and not in its now common occurrence of absolute being.

Somewhere a robot yawned lazily while gently stroking its circuitry.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

You can go fuck yourself...at an atomic level that is!

If gravity is simply the force created between two masses then there really is something between me and my girlfriend. I argued with my friend that even though she’s in Montreal right now it remains unbroken and relative to the sun, actually stronger than the gravity we experience here on earth. He says the sun is larger and the distance greater relative to me and my girlfriend standing 6 hours apart, thus the power exerted greater. I told him he had a jaded view of proximity and he can’t judge closeness; up close or with the perspective that distance provides.

I imagine it as a thin white ribbon that flutters in the cold Quebec wind while draped around her shoulders. I can spin it tight enough to get musical cords out of it and send her harmonic messages like snapcase in high-school. Much like my girlfriend, touch a guitar gently enough and you’d be surprised what you can make it say.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

I’m going to have to limit my drunken walks home to half an hour max. I thought I escaped my monsters, left them in my dust of a rotten shell game that bounced me back and forth between different bodies of water. I saw there shiny underbellies arching over streets, their wings fanned out as they leapt from building to building. In Ottawa they were smaller, taking the form of people passing by or lurking ineffectually, now they’re the size they were in Saskatchewan, just their harmless demeanor is replaced by hostile acrobatics threatening and abrasive.

I saw their claws dig into the side of buildings, their gargoylian faces scowling into the darkness. I clenched my fist ready to punch in a final fit of futility as they would smile upon the stroke that murders me. Yet they suffice to simply torment me. Welcome back to Toronto.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I'll smashee your noseee in a second

I’m finally settled here in Toronto. On my first night, Noah joined me from our Mivghash (encounter) in Israel. She said funny things and we fell asleep, but it was good to “break the distance”. The next day I awoke to a protest against Scientology, people in Guy Fox masks crowded the streets and shouted obscenities into their masks that just reverberated in their own ears while emitting only a muffle beyond the plastic. The next morning I awoke to the St. Patrick’s Day parade and my girlfriend was thrilled to live into Toronto.

It’s good to be back, its good to be famous. I feel like a returning conqueror and when I walk into a room half of it hushes the other half light up to see me. I stand at my balcony and let my eyes glaze over at the overwhelming view. The CIBC tower, the Bay tower, this tower, that tower all glowing, all amazing. It was a full week before I noticed the small side streets lined with red brick homes 25 floors below.

I like the idea of giants hulking and their wonder distracting from the smaller virtues that scurry below them. I like thinking of myself like that too.


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