bathroom walls the annotated history of a nation written in urban hieroglyphics with rural dialects emerging from the stalls the unedited underlying hate and ignorance of a nation’s people published by anonymous
pitch-black a slight cough who’s there a voice inquires another replies which one of us are you asking about there’s more than one in here of course did you think you were alone
an old woman embarrassed but desperate whispered from a night darkened doorway for alms our guide noted how humiliating this was for her but assured us as he stepped away from her that in his country people look out for one another unlike where we came from it was then i recalled lowell’s vision of sir launfal and tho i had little to offer i had much to share and shared the gift i had
although death had not scheduled an appointment it arrived none the less complains about premature and unexpected were notoriously ignored most folks know death rarely sends out notices requesting répondez s’il vous plaît since most would never reply anyway
i suppose you’d find it hard to believe that at my age i can easily climb to my treehouse but i can and do it’s where i go to be alone with my thoughts trying to make sense of the senseless or finish a dream that i didn’t want to end i’ve been going there for years whenever life becomes chaotic or just too depressing for words i go there for a little r&r now if for some reason you can’t recall your childhood treehouse or hiding place you may want to increase your cognitive load and reconstruct it you’d be surprised how much magical healing is still there
our lives are sometimes ruled by inertia events occur because they were set in motion years ago and we chose not to stop going in what we knew was the wrong direction such decisions leave the bitter taste of what if lingering in our thoughts especially as we grow older gradually slowing to a stop
you know them the ones walking on the edge of existence with lives emptied of hope and purpose going through survival rituals perpetuating the meaningless ignored by those who should care those good christian souls who for some reason are unable to see them and extend a helping hand christians no doubt baptized in dirty bath water
before you rise or even open your eyes recall a moment of pure joy breathe deep into that moment fill your body with its radiance and let that purity sustain you throughout the day
Read Between the Minds 