Breaking the Silence

And then the rest of the story went crazy, somewhat like the ferry wheels at the movie preview. Yes and I did think about the time I spent at home. The monkeys spring in first who would tear out the plants and shred the leaves. Somewhere among the smell of piss on the Ghat the breeze died. I don’t remember what it felt like on the outside. Incoherence reigned supreme. Several trains collided and kept colliding in my head. It was all-blank. But good. Maybe bad. But the best blank was when I was here. Best blank without people around you. Maybe.
Never any certainty.
Not sure if I want certainty. Don’t editorialize when you write. Try not to think when you wake up in the middle of the night. Telling yourself to take it easy in the night and dismissing it all in the day. Ramble sounds more sensible than nothing. Than everything. Because ramble is what it is. Fragments are what exist. Parts are all I see. No wholes.

Office spaces are best for that. No the worst and the best.