Whether you are at the mall or at the airport, that sign is always wrong, because you are never here. Sure, it might say, “you are here,” but they are talking about anybody but you. You are as detached as someone could ever be without being in a coma or expired.
You are as disconnected as all those former pay phones that now sit in a landfill somewhere, waiting to be discovered centuries from now by archaeologists, and they will have just a tad more insight to those phones as I have to you right at this moment.
I wonder if you have been “in the moment” a day in your life.
Tell me, how do you cross First Street without all the speeding bridge and tunnel people who are so eager to return to the sanctuary of suburbia, hitting you?
I wonder if you will live forever, because how can the Grim Reaper take away what was never connected in the first place?
I know I will never have an answer, because I will always be on the outside looking in.
6 comments:
"... how can the Grim Reaper take away what was never connected in the first place?" Me gusta!
David,
Gracias, Señor Cranmer.
I know you are, but what am I.
Sorry. Had to go dumbing down your blog.
Becky,
Oh, yeah? Well, just for that, you got tagged. See? It's on again like 2007.
in. the. now.
that's where Ive been through these past months during the huge turmoil that came a calling in late January.
Now's a good place. I highly recommend it. Very safe, sometimes quite fun.
But you cna't live in the now like this forever.
People - or I - need to move out of the now but I don't know if I have the courage.
Gifted,
In the now is always safe in that sense, the present is indeed less scary and less stressful.
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