With what sort of absurdity does your mind come to rest against the obviously evident boulder of themselves? Animals like to nest in unfamiliar places and act like it is simply another part of their domain. A certain biological manifest destiny. Rod couldn’t recall a time as of late when he had entertained a pleasant thought. Not that he was over ebullient in his comments about what obviously irked him. The sound of some per-adolescent rising up in the near distance from some unknown corner of the apartment building animating his expression into a semi-sneer. It was deeper than that. Perhaps on the order of someone being too perplexed to tell left from right all of a sudden and for no other apparent reason end up lost somewhere. A situation that might bring to mind the question if scorpions retired for the night or remained actively under foot. Surely he had said more than his share of stupid things that laied the conversation flat. It wasn’t that hard to get lost and put your foot in it in mixed company. Even if your comment had been delivered with the best of intentions. The bedrock of existence occasionally demanded a bit more concentration than just blurting out the first thing that came to mind. How much more pathetic if you were to familiar with running your life on autopilot and made routine stops in these untoward directions.
The penthouse was empty and quiet beneath the external meteorological blanket of milkshake sky. The room wasn’t his but belonged to the residents of the building at large. Almost all of which had no idea of its existence. It provided a far horizon that like earnings charts reporting the daily Wall Street results in vertical columns. Some going up to very tall heights and others interposed at a very much lower stature. The columns now masked in a diaphanous for which came in and out of view much like the notion of one’s attentions. Sometimes introspective and indistinct. Then with requisite effort brought for a brief time into sharp focus. How else could life be lived. One had to rock climb from epiphany to epiphany keeping a careful eye on one’s footing while in motion. But it was just as equally important to stand still periodically and bring things into sharp focus so as to be able to determine just where one had ended up. The sacred journey of life. At least for some. The ones who always took things way to seriously. Never able to relax without worrying just where they were at any given moment then double cross themselves for not being sure where they needed to be. Nervous wrecks and nincompoops. They were always at the wheel driving themselves crazy! How could you tell where you were going in the first place?
D.G. Klagg! What an individual he turned out to be. The top seller on the Internet! Some country huckleberry who took the pastiche of ghetto rap and turned the gangster motif to down home grown country flowers. You could listen to that same single repetitive line all day and get lost in the forest of its accompanying orchestration. The music business today was more about all those characters behind the scenes whose names you would never hear mentioned outside the industry crowd. Daffodils turned into ripe red roses! Whoever was behind this clown they sure knew their business. Rod was adept at spitballing the inside gossip of almost every popular topic of the hour. Who in the Hell wanted to talk politics anyhow? You couldn’t come out on top smelling like a rose in a room full of people taking on someone else’s axe to grind! Better to be an omnibus of popular trivia in a kinder more indifferent sense of congratulating success from a respectful distance and leaving the envious ire to others on the edge of the conversation. It’s so rare that people know what they were talking about ten minutes later. The single line melody however could persist for hours, maybe days. Taking up house keeping in one’s gray matter until something else displaced it. That’s how conversations tended not to mean too much nor needed tending as for the most part no one involved would ever carry it much further.
Maybe the the whole world as we know it had transitioned into a big movie set. Everything in it that seemed so permanent in childhood unsympathetically torn down and surreptitiously replaced with something else mundane to the point of ubiquity. You felt a strange sensation that you had been there before but despite any verification from the street signs it was not yours anymore to claim. The next production was now being assembled for the tastes of a subsequent generation that if you were honest with yourself you had to admit that you knew nothing about. It felt like being pushed aside by a group of strangers as if you didn’t exist anymore. Maybe that is why it seemed so much more pleasant to stake your territory in unfamiliar places that no one was too interested in inhabiting. The emptiness of the room about him stirring beneath the constant hum of an air handler somewhere pushing old cold air. The emptiness within the room a hollow echo of the one resonating within.