Wednesday, 4 February 2009
Repeat to Fade.
Grey mass seeped like mist rolling in from the sea foam-balling beach bathers as they awoke from sun drenched sleep to find themselves cold and clammy enveloped in white stumbling about like children with newly formed feet. She remembers stepping aboard the bus knowing without looking that it was the right bus heading into an endless line of rear tail-lights motioning her into daydreams trickling across her eyelids in a prism of psychedelic dew twisting through the tree-lined avenue of endless journey’s flight just like this one taken many times before, so many times before she wished the road and the bus would remember her imprint stained into her seat like a video recorder playing over rendering her physical presence obsolete no longer required in order for the film to roll out the repartition of her decay. Edges of time blurry with nothing to differentiate routine besides contents of sandwiches, covers of books, and faces at the window - so many different faces - snarling sniping coveting demanding dishing out poison drip drop drip drop before coming home again to see the man in the street walking his dog at the exact same time today tomorrow yesterday nodding his head in recognition of the time-warp he treads she treads they tread ignorant of the ghosts they will become careful not to disturb the ones already dead and gone. Fleeting moments of clarity trapped inside her head she shakes and holds in an effort to remember why she took the bus and where exactly was it she was going before the mist descended without mercy without gaps – there had always been gaps - through which to see the sun and focus the mind calming her breath on the window pane smudged by pained fingers tracing circles in a silent plea to wipe this tape and begin again.