Thursday, January 12, 2012

Getting Lost, Imagining Mailboxes, and Singing Songs

  My my. It's 2012. This is going to be a year of opportunities, I think. I'm going to take them. I'm also going to get back into shape. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Yeah.
  I have several new projects planned for this year. They even have tentative titles, such as "Siberia", "Planet Blue and Empty Faces", and "SOL". One of them is a film. I bet you're all excited as hell. Yeah.
  On a completely unrelated subject: (that isn't a lie. You know how some people say they're starting a new subject and then tie that into the original topic? Dirty liars, those ones. I'm actually starting a new topic.) I got lost walking home a couple of days ago. Absolutely incredible. How in the name of Keanu Reeves does that happen? 
Here's my stream of consciousness that afternoon:
  • Yeah, baby. I'm taking the bus today.
  • Okay. It's been 30 minutes since school ended. Time to get to the bus stop and get on a bus.
  • Hey. It's nice out today. Time to strip down to my particularly thin dress shirt. What now, winter? It's your fault you're not here in the middle of December. Seriously now.
  • Oh crapcookies. All the buses are gone.
  • Yeah, baby. I'm walking today.
  • I'm going to walk home the same way I do everyday! 
  • So much ice.
  • HOLY SHITBISCUITS I ALMOST SLIPPED
  • I think I'm going to sing "Horror With Eyeballs" by The Dissociatives
  • ALL OF THIS TIME ON MY HANDS
  • SO FAR HAS GONE
  • TO FEEDING MY ANIMALS
  • NANA NAA NA NAAAA NA NAA NA NAAAA NA
  • People walking towards me.
  • ALL OF THIS TIME I WAS DEAD
  • LIMBLESS IN BED
  • SEDATED EXPERIMENTS
  • Wait. Stop. People.
  • Look at them until they make eye contact. Look at them. Look at them. THEY HAVE MADE EYE CONTACT. LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY!
  • How far back are they now? 
  • Yeah, that's pretty far.
  • I'M SELLING THE SUN
  • MY SKIN FEELS SILKY SMOOTH
  • HOLY SHITBISCUITS I ALMOST SLIPPED
  • I love that song.
  • It's exceptionally icy here.
  • Peripheral vision sees something
  • OH NO WHITE VAN TO MY RIGHT!
  • GO LEFT GO LEFT GO LEFT
  • Whoa. Man, that was insanely close. It turned the other way. Whoaaa. Whoa.
  • I turned right because I wanted a change of scenery. Exactly.
  • Oh crapcookies. I'm walking up to that road that's always busy.
  • Avoid busy road.
  • Annnnd left. We're going left.
  • Wait. I've never been on this street.
  • It's okay. This one's parallel to the street I take.
  • Time to sing "Barbarella" by Silverchair. It's actually a B-Side. I'm a serious fan, you know?
  • SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING
  • BARBARELLA!
  • SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING
  • Where am I?
  • Oh man where am I?
  • Wait! Here come some little kids with backpacks. That means the only elementary school in this neighborhood is that way!
  • Walking.
  • Walking.
  • The kids are looking at me. They probably think my dress shirt is totally boss. 
  • Are you kids holding a parka in one hand and a coffee cup in the other?!
  • HA! I thought not. 
  • Boss life.
  • I am in the middle of a small field.
  • Turn left?
  • There's fence to my left.
  • Turn right.
  • There's fence to my right.
  • Go north? It's forward so it's north.
  • There's a white wooden house with a red mailbox to your north. What would you like to do next?
  • >Where am I? Seriously?
  • That command is not in my vocabulary. Type in 'HELP' to see a list of all possible commands.
  • Even I'm not nearly old enough to get that reference! Good luck with that.
  • There's actually actually another fence to my 'north'.
  • Right. I have homework to do, damnit.
  • FLIPPIN' MY PHONE OUT.
  • FLIIIIIP!
  • Boss life.
  • HEY MOM. I'M IN SOME PARK.
  • "Seriously, Feo? Right. You have to turn right."
  • RIGHT?
  • "That's not left. Right. Okay? Right."
  • OKAY THANKS MOM
  • Walk out of field.
  • Turn right.
  • Walking. 20 metres.
  • OH MY GOD IT'S THE BUSY ROAD.
  • I'M COMING HOME!
  • "Reflections of a Sound" by Silverchair! HIT IT!
  • IN THE SUN
  • WE ARE FOUND
  • TO BE REFLECTIONS
  • OF A SOUND!
  • Wait. No. People everywhere.
  
Feo.

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