(Kenzaburo Oe)
Must compose myself.
Must shut down my computer.
Must collect my things.
Smile.
Leave.
And I thought I’ve seen it all.
In my line of work, I dealt with the crazy, the intense, the insecure… I stroked egos, reassured weaknesses, guided the unsighted…
Being a scientist is a lot like being a social worker…
I think today I’ve reached a new depth though.
Or was it today?
When was it that I grew so accustomed to madness?
Mine, theirs?
I act professionally, in all that I loathe about this word. in all that is pretensious about it.
After all I am the master of pretending that all is fine, that I am fine…
No time to stop. Let’s move on.
It’s a concert. Don’t change the program. Don’t improvise. Keep to the schedule. Keep to the tempo and move on…
A wave of the hand. A pained ‘have a good night’.
And am I a world-class loser with no talent.. or just in need for a vacation?
You don’t have to answer this. You don’t know me. You don’t judge me.
I don’t see you. I don’t hear you. ‘have a good night’.
5 comments:
... swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed..."
at least it'll be summer soon..
Toujours un chene, jamais un roseau. Tu connais ca tres bien cherie.
i had a bad day. one of those where everything goes wrong..
t'es bien toi?
planning a murder. SHHH!
ah bon?
je connais c’est quoi le crime parfait. On dit que c’est de suicider mais moi je crois c’est l’indifference.
keep your cool
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