We are invisible now… and our thoughts are known and unknown.
We were watching “Hook” tonight, with Robin Williams, and I saw that movie at 17 years old and knew that a fellow skateboarder ‘Frankie Hill’ was skateboarding in that movie and I waited and to watch this horrible rendition of what Hollywood thought was skateboarding at the time. The movie was dumb and young and confused.
We just watched it again at 40 years old and a cried for all the things we lost.
Sometimes I imagine ourselves on…
Just reaching out into the skyline where we could grab our dad’s and mother’s and call them up again to ask them simple things like, “when do you know the potato is done?” “What was grandma’s middle name” “what do you do when…
And it is just gone.
Floating a flapping into the wind until we are left with our own minds and perhaps some good music. “Janacek: Sinfonietta” I say… to calm these winds.
For the longest time we have been peeling people apart, getting down to what they get down to, and it seems so simple now. Do you want to know what I looks like?
Fuck the stars, fuck the universe we don’t live that long. At the end of the day there is only one thing our fellow humans want to know…
“Even though success is a reality, its effects are temporary”
“People want to be told what to do so badly that they’ll listen to anyone”
“It’s your life. You don’t know how long it’s going to last, but you know it doesn’t end well. You’ve got to move forward as soon as you can figure out what that means.”
“But what is happiness, it’s the moment before you need more happiness”
“Nostalgia: it’s delicate, but potent… In Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from and old wound. It’s twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone.”
We move now, towards and future away. We clap hands on beaches in Belgium, Ostend. Driving backwards into the night. Backwards into ourselves crashing dodge Durango’s into islands with air bags exploding.
Until
We drive this car home, me and the universe.
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