Folks,
Well,
Work was work
Another pedestrian Friday walking through the daily routine in near-autopilot while pondering both the void and the specificity of my existence
...
Crack open a fortune cookie and what do you see?
No slip of paper
Not this time
Instead there's a tiny clown in full makeup lying supine in a casket
Entrance of the Gladiators by Julius Fučík plays as you turn the figure over in your hand and inspect it
You know the tune, even if you don't know the name. Trust me. Look it up
...
I had a dream a decade ago
I was walking out in the country
Far, far away from anything constructed and human
It was only me, the hills, the grasses swaying in the wind and the horizon
Some time passed and a light airplane appeared flying overhead
I looked up
...
Suddenly it was in trouble
On fire and falling fast
It crash-landed in front of me
I ran over to the wreckage to help the pilot
When I saw
The pilot was me