Wow I'm going on seven years here at work. Seven years. My last job I was there about a year + , the one before 5 + years. Some times I look at papers I put away for a some reason or another and I ask my self -"why did I hold on to that for?" What was so special about this note, scrap of paper, advertisement or coupon and why did I place it here?
I was going through my file cabinet here at work and pitched a stack of papers that I just don't need and I saved for some reason, but the reason is lost.
Sometime the brain acts in the same way. You sit, think and daydream when floods of old memories come in to you. An old birthday party, a visit to the zoo, a sandwich, a pretty smile, pop tops from beer cans, the old foil wrappers on ho hos, pumping gas in the rain, a gold bug shining in the sun, the taste of pencils, the way your dads hair smells, salt, an old commercial w/ bob roarman, a song , meat sizzling on a grill, copper wire, a cut on your hand .....
I wonder if something is wrong with my brain that its firing off old neurons just to keep its self alive a bit longer, Like a fish gasping for air in a algae covered pond. Even my dream have no direction, they are mashed blurs of my family, friends, lovers, school and places I have not been to. Sequences that make no sense no matter how you unwrap them. I don't remember my dreams any more , I kinda sleep like the dead so I suppose that even a jumbled dream has value.
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