Well I didn't know what else to call the post.
Just picture like some big guy in armor with a sword the size of a cruiseliner. And some little guy tells him that his Mom has a funny chin. And he says the "Shitbird" line in response to the little guy's comment. He is standing with his back to the little guy, because the little guy said it to him behind his back and he thought he was quiet enough about it. And the big guy turns around with a clink and a clank. Maaaan, I could only imagine what would happen next. That would be the scenario I would think of anyway. I couldn't even describe it without confusing myself. Too late to fix it now.
It has been raining off and on tonight. And we watched the original Fog. Which is funny. Well maybe rain and fog are two different weather conditions, but at the moment it seems more than appropriate. The movie is such an incredible showcase of atmosphere. And the remake? We try to pretend there isn't one.
School tomorrow. It has been a week. I am just getting used to this school-less schedule, and now it comes crashing down around me once again.
And there comes that morning drive. It is the time that everyone is emerging from the safety of their homes and going to work. Everyone is cold and reluctant and trying to peer through the sheets of moisture that cover all of the car windows. It is a moving community on those waking streets. We are united in our reluctant trips to where it is we must go. At the same time we are arch enemies. Everyone. Every man for himself. We are all fighting for first place in the race to get where we do not want to go. Another of those many paradoxes. But you stretch out the time scale a little bit, and realize it isn't such a paradox. It is our gain in fact, to be first in this race. At least, that is what we believe. Us humans aren't so confusing on a large-scale timeline.
And maybe some of us want to go where we are going. Maybe some of us want to go where we are going deep inside, but show just the opposite on the outside. And then the rest of us show that we want to go where we are going on the outside, but deep inside we cannot stand the thought of another day, another hour, another minute doing what it is we are doing.
And we all mix together and travel together, with only our hopes and beliefs to sustain us.
And what will happen when we run out of our hopes and beliefs?
