Wednesday, November 09, 2005

must get out

must get out, had to get out, and get out i did. must get out soon again, for a meeting has been called at 11am and i need to get there early. to complete forms, to complete the process of selling myself (so to speak).

i got out. the queue was initially long, so i took a jaunt along the lazy bars and empty alleys, like some damn cat on the prowl. and on the pavement opposite, i noticed that the granite tiles were uneven and really impossible to walk elegantly on.

i walk up the pink stairways again with the thin steel metal bars- not conducive for drunkards to hold on to, possibly, i wonder about how many have fallen down these stairs and i am reminded of a woman whom i saw earlier on in the day who chooses to palm the wall to steady herself, rather than to hold on to staircase railings. which brings me to conclude that most of us never use the railings, we skip down the stairs as kids, walk properly down when we reach adulthood and only realise the presence of those dusty bars when we are close to incontinence.

but away with those thoughts, for we are young, "what do we here, in this land of unbelief and fear? The Land of Dreams is better far, Above the light of the morning star." by W. Blake.

i dreamt of an essay yesterday, a literature essay which was graded and i thought about how lost things and lost words can never be recovered.

i went up to cityspace too yesterday. the lift was a shade of (i dont know what-ish) a myraid of silver tones and the lift sped up easily as before.i sat near the bar counter as many times before and recalled that i had not been there for 4 months and counting. the crowd this time a little different, expatriates and a more mature crowd. so i watched the city sleep again, playing the identify the buildings game and looked at patches of black and wondering what they were like in the day.

and in the end, ten minutes after passing me the menu, the waiter remembered me and came to ask what i wanted. a shirley temple, i said, and waited a while for the drink. when it took more than a while to come, i took my bag and slipped off into the night.

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