The Past Two Weeks

To all of you who have put up with the madness of the past two weeks, I offer my gratitude and a sip of the wine I brought home tonight. This includes bitchiness or my disgusting obsession with the unattainable or my strange demands. I can't say I haven't had a great time though. It was a whirlwind of activity and I got caught up in it.

I cannot forget the fully grown woman outside the shopping centre who peed her pants. I don't know what to make of it. I must say that this is one of those things you don't really want stuck in your mind but it is in mine like the image of the dying African child confronted by a vulture in Saving Lives. I am overcome with a strange sadness and hopelessness I cannot explain when I think of these things.

But let's speak of what happened. We spoke our minds tonight, drunken philosophy. I interacted with the tourists who will soon fly back to where they're from. It's like a calling. I know it all too well. It's something I think I will have to face soon... to go back to your roots, to trace back your life to the point where it began. But not just yet. Let me linger a bit longer.

Let me speak of the conviction of my ancestors as I stand here and defy them. Let me think of the inevitable for a moment and put it off though I know I must face it someday quite soon. Let me think of you fondly like a frame in the reel of my past that stayed, unchanging, frozen. Let me convince myself that I won't miss you when I know that I will. Let me sit here and write and not act because that is the easy thing to do. I remain stationary, trapped, captive in a cage of my own making.