odds n' ends
どこでもいいよ
There is an irony in the way we should hold conversation: interruptions at timed intervals, a lingering politeness, noninvasive rhetoric. This awkwardness should be kind of nice: a pleasant diversion in lieu of denser topics. It was supposed to be a secret that I hesitated before the words I wish to say. Yet, this peppermint left my mouth burning. It does not stimulate, only coerce a more muted means of expression. Maybe I speak a little bit louder now. I am not too fond of this. I think about how ridiculous it is that people enjoy spicy cuisine. You, too, probably think I am ridiculous.
There is a large housefly trapped between the glass window and the mesh screen. It should die of asphyxiation by tomorrow morning. But tonight, the buzzing is consoling. The places we visit in imitation lucidity are far too practical for comfort. The smarter alternative is to wake up. Or go for a swim with birds. But these options do not coincide with your outdated philosophies. I sometimes wish we were less sensitive people, so I can still feign the sweet allusion of formality. What were we talking about again? Oh, I remember now. The way you cope with an uncomfortable situation is lethargic reasoning. But our very discourse right now stems from logical fallacies. Huh? My room is silent now. Right, misplaced irony. Someone more passionate should prove the existence of forgetting. |
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