How do I get out?
“So strange, so strange, how something so unnatural has become our norm.” she mutters to herself in her head as she sits behind the wheel in bumper-to-bumper traffic on route 95. Other thoughts more worthy wash away like a good wave ashore as she preoccupies herself about remembering trivial things like where the dress was and why her memory stick keeps on running from her. She is interrupted by how half and half makes sense. It balances our coffee out like, in life, we need half of real-to-the-touch subjects and half strictly non-material functions to remain in balance. However, the 9-to-5 function is clearly not working, hence, the mentioned traffic. It does not evoke fluidity. It deserts what she and her fellow earthlings must take care of including their bodies. It makes things harder to keep balanced and, most of all, authentic. The funny thing is that she is not doing anything from 9-to-5. The imposed norm is just heavy in the air and she lives right off route 95. This slight parallelism lies in the cradle of ironies on a thin, filmy layer of existence, perhaps. READ MORE »