Those false little impressions that we live our lives by. From whence do they issue? How silly and weak they seem when one finally wakes up much much later after a virtual lifetime to find them simply arbitrary barriers of little value. Signs of the times that one is thrust into from the birth canal. Dingy television settings live on camera, too reminiscent of the quality of life a scant decade and a half before and all the more popular for that fact alone. Life’s lessons gleaned from the happenstance of weekly situations of ritual loss wrought in burlesque farce. Navigational charts impinging young minds, affecting their view of how things are. Prevalent, stored at the core of the deepest synapse along with memorable Christmases and the first tooth. Haunting melodrama later in life as those well-worn teeth begin to fail in their task of tasting any further. Recollections laid to rest in coffin carried remains of those one loved all along through decades of feast and famine. The patterns of behavior that acted as the metronome of daily life brought to final silence.The universe revealed as a frigid and unforgiving realm where the omnipresent promise of sacred love is no longer able to be found. This Parsifal cum Rigaletto, having realized that the fall from one’s initial estimations has cast an ignoble conclusion to their story from the base metal of a petty but illusive notion of success. The passions of life at a certain point only echoing only from the voices of the young in one’s otherwise cold dead marble existence. Emotions clotting at the far corners of the bottom of desiccating bottles of unopened wine long past vinegar and leakage. The apparition of what once called the world of tomorrow merely squawking electronic signals emblazoned fleetingly upon tiny hand held portable viewports. The experience of of the lifetime’s of everyone long ago known reduced to meaningless cliche.
Fading Past Impressions