Sunday here it is .. properly after a short sleep.. a sleep that was infused with reality and fragments of the past: hallucinations …a soul that ventures into the unknown or the suppressed known.. who knows.
The sun invading the room through the blinds.. forcing me to shake the cobwebs of the night from the brain…the water splashing on my face,a natural wake up call .. what shall I do today?? It is Sunday.. The sabbath.. shall I roam the streets like an ancient mariner .. or peak into empty stores..
Breakfast…just a cup of strong Irish Breakfast with some toast.
Clothes.. anything from the semi- clean heap on the floor.. not the corner one
The newspaper stuck in the mail slot.. death scattered across the page..famine..fires..and floods. The usual Hollywood gossip in the A&E section, no more mention of books, music or decent movies. A horoscope column with a picture of some Hollywood star who turns 12 today…
My horoscope for this Sunday; one of the 365 different ‘tips’ they have
mind is on bigger issues and long-range plans. You are optimistic and enthusiastic about your ideas, but disinclined to read the fine print or study all the facts, which can result in an error in judgment. Try not to be lax about important details. Don’t help any stranger today, even if you feel like a good Samaritan.
No mention of love, sex or money.. where is the fun or the cliche of it all?? *an inner sad face*
