Sunday, October 28, 2012

It is easy to make somebody up in you mind. Time after time I fall in love with my own fantasy. Reading into words, looks, phrases, I am constantly squinting through the mist of my own imagining. Wouldn't it be nice, oh wouldn't it be nice. Sugar and spice. Castles in the cloud. Fuck, these songs are way too loud. I can't hear myself think. I can't taste the alcohol in this drink. Are you real or are you just another chimera?

"It is terrible to desire and not
 posses, and terrible to posses
and not desire." -W.B. Yeats

Monday, October 15, 2012

The traveling fair sinks its metal rods into the supple earth. The tall unnatural machines lure the young and old, as ancient tradition meets poorly constructed technology. Masses of people flow through the crowds, eyes glazed over by the dancing lights. It was a night such as this that she stumbled upon her fate in a cup of tea.

Three things the clairvoyante predicted and they all came true. The last and most striking, "You're life will be very full but very short", echoed long after she first heard them, and beyond her life-span. Lying in her death bed, her sisters recalled the prophecy.

Sixteen years later these words reached me, her daughter. Her life in a tea-cup, death foretold. A feeling of comfort sifted through me. Even if, at present, I can attribute no other significance to this event, it is a relief to know it was meant to be.