Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.

He wakes up. He is in a hotel. It is the best feeling to wake up in an old hotel with someone you love after a night of fried chicken and donuts and cocktails and not to be woken by bad dreams or unyielding horrors at the fringes of perception. He drinks a blueberry coffee which tastes like someone accidentally dropped herbal tea into his coffee and then he drinks a pecan coffee which tastes glorious flavour explosions in his mouth. Then he feels the rain on his face and then he feels the sun on his face and then it is dark because he has closed his eyes and they are pinched tight but then he opens then and everything is still the same and there is sun and there is rain and there are bananas to eat. We are all dehumanized. The word is used to refer to things that we don’t like to acknowledge are all too normal. Human is all things it is not just the good things. Then he listens to tired questions and tired answers and the games continue and the nothing changes. Then he eats some fries and then he eats a pop tart without first toasting it and then he watches The Blacklist which is a show about daddy issues in which James Spader plays a wonderful villain who is really the main character’s father but maybe isn’t but probably is but everything is put in place to make it seem like he is even if no one is saying that is the case. Then he wonders about freedom and he feels it crushing him and then he falls asleep.

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

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