The Minutes Left Out of The Day

“In 24 hours, How could you change your mind?, she asked. In less than that, he replied. I’ve lied to you all about who I am and what I feel. I’m an untrained actor on a stage of life, a chameleon whirling through to get along, looking for an objective to fit my price, and worried at every other sight that I might have been wrong”.

He took his pants off at the Little Korean restaurant across from the mosque. Not the pants themselves, just the zippered  lengths afforded by the style he’d bought. The first time he wore these pants, he did the same to make it easy to get cool in the California heat. They walked the Buena Vista Park at the apex of the summer, and they worked in Paris at the end of summer, with the pervasive high heat and humidity the planet unleashed. Those pants worked for him in the two oases. Reflecting on his life, mostly his working life as opposed to the living life, and the amorous life, or the adventurous, the institutional, the cultural life and its peer seducing habitats, he fell into a clock induced syndrome of accounting for those patchwork moments that were as irreplaceable for learning as they were tolerable for living.

12:21 AM

The minutes of the day pass so fast here he is again there he is again, there he is again. It is once again Time to sleep, once again the time he cannot sleep, there is no sleep, just positive thinking, delete delete delete pauses in thinking.