Living
Just lately I’ve been living a lot more often than usual. The process of ‘living’ is what the Deans and I refer to as that moment when you’re acutely aware of the time and space that you are currently occupying - the ‘here and now’ as it were. It can cause you to freak out massively and indeed just lately I have been freaking out, massively.
Here I sit before my computer, living. Time passes very slowly when you’re living because you’re aware of every second that ticks by. Now I am aware that I am thinking about living and thus am in phase two of hyper-awareness. I was living earlier as I walked around the contained grounds of The Open University. I freaked out: “Here I am, living. How the hell did I get to be in the simulacra of a city that is Milton Keynes?” It’s enough to make you lose the plot.
Verily, my email conversations have been rather lucid of late:
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Shay: Booyakasha! Is Jo working? Extra fries!!??
Me: Jo is working. We meet. We eat.
Shay: I got yo beat, it’s off da street!
Me: I forgot my wallet today. I need helen to provide me with parking change. I hope she comes through or im gonna be in serious trouble.I mean she’s just gotta come through right?
Shay: Normally I’d say yes but she’s been acting kinda weird lately, ever since she walked home through the graveyard….something’s just not the same. Fluffy has been hissing at her….
Me: This could very well be the end of line for Mr. Rodgers from the Teenage Mutant ‘Hero’ turtles. Once and for all. At least I can have closure.
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Jason: Not sure, I have to go to London tomorrow. What are your plans Shay?
Shay: I’m easy. Not like that you perverts!!
Me: what? u just let me know yeah ttttthhhhhhhhhhhherrrree’s a fada over the ‘e’!!! Ééééééé. alas.
Jason: I think we have a language barrier some where, I am afraid my translator is on holiday. I have a meeting in Croydon at 2pm so with Dubbleya’s visit I don’t know how bad the traffic will be,hence I am not sure what time I will get back.
Me: Your translator has been up to no good and has been put in the stocks again. I saw him earlier whilst queuing up to get a pidgeon license at MK centre post office. You might want to go and get him out of the pickle he so evidently is in.
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The knowledge that you’re alive and existing within a time and space effects you. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.
Published on November 18, 2003
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Yep.
Try having a good smoke at the same time.
November 18th, 2003 at 4:49 pm
I know exactly what you mean. Living is scary.
November 18th, 2003 at 5:07 pm