Appetite for Distraction – Another Day

He wakes up. He drinks coffee with peppermint creamer. It is a luxury that he enjoys in the modern world where everything is available to him – peppermint creamer. He goes to bible study and doesn’t have the energy to argue with the poorly set out views that make him think that he is on the wrong track but then what is the right track? He does not have an answer that is why he is studying the bible being asked to, for one hour, forget everything that he has learnt in his life about science, philosophy, history and human nature. He goes home and reads the chapters of the book he is writing and a smile plays across his glum face for a moment because he actually enjoys what he reads like it’s been written like a proper writer a real writer so he thinks that there may be some hope after all. He is in the kitchen when he hears bed springs rhythm through the ceiling as he realises his house mate and the housemates girl friend are grinding. There is no noise other than the bed like a metronome that continues for what seems like hours. No human noises and then it ends. Maybe they were just testing the springs because they were unsure of the quality of the bed and maybe it went on for so long because they were unsure of their testing or maybe they were just unwilling to admit that their joyless sex was giving neither of them any joy, wrapped in their silence, marking time until death by each creak of their bed. The woman on the television looks like she is about to have an aneurysm as she pleads with her eyes as she reads the headlines please watch please watch me watch my show I want to be Primetime but I’m still early morning. Her eyes are glass beads. He walks in the snow and his hair blow dries in the wind so that it ends up looking like a Russian hat. He eats macaroni cheese and broccoli for supper. He sits with a friend who is playing GTA who tells him he is going to wax some bad guys. He doesn’t want to tell his friend that he thinks he probably means whack, slang for murder, because he will appear superior because he is superior but he doesn’t want to appear that way. So he remains silent and smiles to himself as he imagines Scarface polishing his enemies to death. He watches an anime called Birdy which is about a young boy who is sharing the body with a young woman who killed him whilst working as an Intergalactic Federal Agent. It is more ridiculous than it sounds. He goes to sleep.

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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