Originally shared by Mac Vogt
I’m serious about coffee and I live quietly. I sometimes feel like I was made for ‘mono no aware.’ A poet I respect once told me not to force it, told me intention is a trap. So I enjoy trap flavored beats. I enjoy beets. And free association. Freedom and sanity marked by limits. Insert: ‘pillow shot.’ Insert a period of change. I am marked by sadness. I like to feel. I want to feel thoughts from the inside. I was rolling on the ground loling, wall to wall, my arms straight down by my sides.
A spot of cleverness on my jeans, as pink as bleach.
I’ll be honest, further camoflauge is needed. The other day, I was speaking to a robot. The robot was made of future. Future me. It stared at me like Hal, nor did it speak back. It was then I realized everything, the things themselves, every thing hurts by how you saw them. I spoke calmly, your decisions are everywhere. The mirror shimmered. All this is true, only so much as a wave of fatigue. Do you feel fatigue?
I’m sorry.
I used to live in the US. I only heard rumors about Canada. When I first came to Toronto, I was walking down Queen St when I passed a stranger who whispered into my ear, “Sorry.” And then she was gone.
I was stunned. It was real. See, I saw, I saw how it’s totally true how in Canada we say, “Sorry.” It’s how we’re intimate with one another.
So I’m sorry.
I’m so, so sorry.
Please forgive me, and I’ll forgive you.
I am everyone I’ve ever admired.
I am how those people, all the world, you, how you collide, shatter, come together into expression. Though I don’t name you. Even if I don’t know you, dear reader. Even though you aren’t here. I can’t choose who I admire.
I can’t choose the collision. Nor the how. I can’t choose who I am, to a degree. I can choose where I might look.
And everywhere, ‘pillow shots.’
Everyday, I am more free, marked less
sane.?
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