excerpt from ONEIROSCOPE.doc, three years strong
I’m at a massive suburban mall, blanched out with creamy glare, wandering around with three new friends, amalgamations of people I’ve come to know recently. We wander the mall, me trying corny joke after the other on my new friends, not making a dent in their cool austere half-smiling steez. I break away from the bunch at an escalator and make a lonely b-line for an exit route when I hear the voice of one of the new friends, a dude w/ thick-rimmed glasses and sideways bangs, address me over this walkie earpiece I’m wearing. He lectures me on the essence of being debonair, gets personal, and I take it to heart. No dwelling, more doing; activity penultimate, my emotional mind a void. Not sure if he says this directly, but that’s the gist of how I’m affected. Afterward, another friend hops on the walkie and half-giggling apologizes for the straight talk.
