the other day someone in college said something about something to do with something like being new.
NEW. my ears felt strange. how many times have i used that word. how many times has anything been new. can anything be new. besides babies. i dont know?
NEW.
NEW
NEW
the fourth time you type it you need to go back and check if that really is a word. doesnt feel like a word when you type it continuously like that. NEW NEW NEW NEW NEW. sheesh.
i have low attention span.
NEW.
yeah.so someone was saying something about writing about new things. like experiencing new stuff.
hmm. im sure every bugger wrote about their first day in college , school or inside some girl. i was really bored of that. except that girl bit.
so i was getting off the train minding my own business ,walking past old men and tired women , pretending not to be dying from seeing how sick of this life everyone looks. specially at the station. freud's death instinct comes alive there. hehe.
so this little half naked boy, this little 3 year old is sitting on an old torn up banyan , eyes closed with a bowl in front of him. i can't describe it but i felt like the smallest most useless organism that must have ever been allowed to be born.like the first thing i felt.the second thing was a cold terror and wanting to run as fast as my legs would let me.
i realised a minute later , that THAT was new. i'd never seen that kind of 'begging' before. he was begging me to drop a coin into his bowl and i was begging him to be invisible to me and let me go on with my life. the one where i could get sympathy from others for not being able to watch some band perform live or something like that. he was shaking the glass rooms of my brain where my thoughts lived unchallenged. he was doing all of this without even looking at me.
NEW
NEW
whats new ? is it me squinting and looking at that same spot where i'd once seen the child so as to avoid seeing him again or is it him,innovating and finding a way to make me feel old. i am old not because of what happens in my body but because things have stopped being new. its all the same - which is a bloody shame.no new left for me.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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