Does ‘present’ comprise just this half-pound steak burger and a plentiful of loneliness? Whoever says ‘present’ is just a razor-sharp edge that divides past and future, is wrong. For me, ‘present’ has just extended itself since March 2004. And I’ve been fragmented over this time, space and hypocrisy. I’ve been standing still in time since then, and yet getting older. As if I’m waiting at a time-terminus for MY future to arrive.
Of this ‘present’, there is just ‘past’ on both sides. No future! No. The future I had dreamt of, has burnt me, slowly, over two days. Now I’m waiting, and inching towards the foregone conclusion. The result was out as soon as I was out of the gentle caring darkness. Doesn’t matter what I do, the result can’t change.
Die like me, repeatedly, for two days! Cry like me, bitterly, in desperate agony! Tell me then, if I were really “making it sound unforgivable”. Say ‘sorry’ to a dead man, and bring him back to life!
Living what’s called the ‘daily life’. Lifting the veil of each day in search of a hint of a future!