Window Watching

Work was intriguing today.

A customer came in to eat some sushi. She might've been a clone of someone I once new quite well. Maybe a bit shorter. Or maybe it was just what my casual memory's reconstruction was. Maybe it was a delusion. A mental projection of matter. For the most part the clothing spoke a similar temperament. Maybe it was the pendent she wore, or the ships and anchors on her shirt. Maybe it was the facial expression when she meandered in and out of the conversation she didn't seem too interested in. The way she used her moved herself. I couldn't help but continuously examine. To top it all off, when she left, she had this camouflage bag. A bit tacky but, none-the-less, a caustic reminder and a laugh if anything. Its interesting how your mind can awaken and establish. Like slithering chords it found you. You could've done without. You almost expected her to walk up to you and say, "Hello Charles". You see a lot of different people here. I've been trying to characterize and typecast people as they walk by the big scenic windows. You really have nothing better to do while you stand there waiting to sit people down with a menu. A monkey could do this job. It's odd. I stand there feeling as unhappy as I do. There are great things happening in my life right now. For the first time I feel as if I should be in this exact place on my the time line. I'm not sure if I've ever felt that. Yet, in the back of my skull a creaking and a cracking starts working. A symbol that projects itself through to the outside. Something that undermines my functioning. A sort of autopilot. A muted, mutated, disposition. You'll never go to bed at a regular time.

The world, blink, gone; the world, blink, gone; the world, blink, gone.

Fruit flies beat everything (on this planet) into space.