“You were right. You were right about many many things. I submitted you to one of the hardest tests that I could have imagined, but one that I did not design. I submitted to my intuition, and I surrendered to non-determinism. Just yesterday I reminded one of your friends that I am a storyteller, and his words were revealing. You are in my dreams and you are in my life, and it is my words that have seduced you from the first instant. I got what I wanted and I got a whole lot more. I like the distance and I thrive on the distance. I also know how to create the distance. I know that I did not let you in my life. I let no one in my life.”
Or as the O’Pumpkin would say: sup. What is new? What are the news? What is going on? What on earth will lift the misery of boredom?
I do not know, and I do not have a clue as to what will ever alleviate boredom for the animal that we call the humans. I am however fascinated by the subject of boredom and why it is that we judge our inner state as one of being bored. I am not prone to boredom, but I am allergic to it. That is, contrary to what my ego would like to believe, I too am human. I have been away. I have been reading. I have been writing. There is nothing new. Not really.
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