The Consequence of an Action

Step 15 to step 1: I walk out the door and trip over the carpet rug as I make my way out. I am nameless as I merge outside of this chaotic so so morning: cars, bicycles, smog, and tension -- my morning (or norming) routine, except for Sunday. I stay in. Reaching out, I open the door and quietly trip over the fold of the giant sized, textured outdoor mat and I am now footless. Shit. Cracked, the bottom window of the basement shatters into thirty or forty oddly shaped pieces. I turn around as the pieces of glass from the basement window begin to come together once again as a hole, and my foot returns to me, unharmed, enabling the opportunity that I may do something awe inspiring today.

I need coffee now, I work in Real Estate and see many properties throughout the day - they sometimes blur together. I've worked in this field for many years yet, once in awhile, I tend to get retrospective about my youth and wonder if I could have been a playwright or an exterminator, a sharp contrast I know, yet one has to think of extremes these days.

Walk forward, turn right to the Black Coffee Shop: the Black Coffee Co-op is one of the most simplified and unpretentious place purchase the routine 'wake up, SsssHhhhAaKKkke UuuuPPPP.' Sugarless, dairyless, and simple, oh yes, and fresh, did I mention fresh? The Co-op, exuding an air of barbarism, serves black coffee and old-fashioned donuts on a stick of recycled oak from the Humbe Abode Renovation Channel (they waste so much flippin' wood on that channel). The concept is simple; typical, enlightening, and refreshing, all for 50 cents a day.

The coffee burns me EVERYTIME, especially when I pour out the air from the empty sugar bowl standing alongside the dairyless cradle -- the habit is difficult to break. This, is a recent adjustment of course, only a couple of weeks and habits, my own included, tend to haunt and numb our mindfingers into an intelligible confusion. We live in exciting times . . . .

The world is now at peace; war has been phased out of our minds and a new uber millennium has begun. In fact, our new existence is surely something to look forward to. I hope they have the "New Existence is a Lie" blend tomorrow, it's got quite the nutty flavour to it.

I take a sip and the blend is different, a little nutty, something is amiss Mr. Shakespeare, someone has seriously fouled up my coffee; maybe the kid behind the counter is playing a sick joke. I am walking out with my indecent refreshment while I write this, dear reader, and I also manage, defiantly of course, to hold onto my favourite snack, the new Donut of 1001 souls. Throughout all the commotion, I quickly forget the minor discrepancy that occured at the Black Coffee and Single Donut Shop #3478.

My office, dear reader, is across the street from where I live, yet the path is never a straight line, and we no longer have cars (the car companies simply evaporated; more on that later, dear reader). Instead we are cushioned and cradled by directive electric fences and programmed to follow the 'buzz' through the history of our actions; someone of something decided that we could no longer be trusted. I am going to walk through the traffic and wish it all away, here I go.

Wait, an electric fence. I walk gently by it and feel the fraudulent friction of electricity pull me towards it, yet I refrain, my dream was never to associate with people who had been electrocuted. I've always dreamt . . . sorry, I don't want to divulge too much. OK, if you insist; the electric and the traffic were just simply fragments of my imaginations.

I keep walking to work, the same path I remember from yesterday, again and again, but nothing remains the same. People stare at me with accusatory eyes and pouting lips and I suddenly feel lighter, walking through the clear, smoggy crispness of our decayed day in this bend of civilization. The sky repels our affirmation that, yes, we have evolved, not out of the ashes like The Phoenix, but the dirt.

I'm joking of course. I am seriously trying to be deep, torn and misunderstood. I just though of it and wished it at the same time; I'm not psychic, prophetic, or clairvoyant, I just made a wish. That's why, dear (insert name here), my face gallantly slipped off of the edges of my skull today. I knew that no one would notice and that,
is freedom. No one ever stopped or noticed. I really hope I can make it to work today. It is truly amazing how our limbs cross paths every single day and we never truly acknowledge them for their importance. Oh well, maybe that is a little too philosophical or cliched. Sorry I did what I said I would never do, and now I'm told that I have to disappear completely. Step 1 to Step 15: so many new steps.