Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He sits on a bus and watches as an old woman realises that she has passed her stop to senior center. This is at least the second time that this has happened with this particular woman. He hopes that she remembers where she is supposed to go next time. He is walking home at some point and a car stops beside him. Inside there is a German family and they are lost and they ask him for directions but he does not know where they are trying to get to so he gets out his cell phone and he searches for their location of choice on his smart map and then he gives them directions and they smile and say thank you and then they are on their way and he is happy that he could help this nice German family go to visit their friends. He watches the trees bronze into umber and the leaves fall gently to the ground. Later on his is walking into CVS and a man with sad eyes is at the door and he asks for some money because he needs baby formula and he does not look suspicious just scared so he has no money but he can help with his credit card and he goes into the shop and he buys the baby formula for the desperate father and he feels that he has done good and he hopes that baby formula is not the new base ingredient in some terrible street high but he imagines that it is not really and that he has helped a small family get by even if for a couple of days. Then he has sex and he weeps and sometimes he does both of those things at the same time and sometimes he does one after the other then he watches Ron Burgundy and then he watches a man do an impression of Ron Burgundy and he laughs at bloopers and at the word bloopers. Then there is laundry and cooking and beards are trimmed and grey hair is appreciated and he watches out of the window of his imagination as people move gracefully through life like dancers to an invisible symphony. Then he remembers the joy of Nights of Cabiria and the joy of Sweet Charity and of Les Miserables and of Cabaret and of the darkness of authentic musical and the failure of resolution in the phrasing of Andrew Lloyd Webber and he ponders on the flawed complex lives of the philosophers and that he never wants to meet his heroes and that no one should meet their heroes because in real life heroes are human and then he goes to sleep.

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