”Between Trains” One Year Later

24th of January, 2016.

Twelve months, to be precise.

It’s been one year and four or five days –  depending on when I finish this –

since i haven’t done anything with my life.

Meanwhile,

everything happened to everyone else:

weddings,

Bar Mitzvahs,

divorces,

female mammals experiencing the miracle of birth after excruciatingly painful contractions,

a couple of african-american gentlemen… (using the “n” word might get me into trouble for some reason, so…well, anyway) no, nothing, I was just pointing out the fact that I’m not a rasist,

somewhere, in the central part of Western Europe, or maybe in the western part of Central Park, a feminist having an argument with a misogynyst about Aristotle and women – existing as natural deformities or imperfect males,

a baby porcupine being saved from a horrible death while crawling out of one of Joseph Arthur’s songs,

Donald and Hillary running for President, as America’s only two natural choices,

scientists allegedely having discovered yet another cure for cancer,

people all over the world fighting depression, mostly women aged between 14 and 25, which is really fucked up,

another catholic priest having molested a twelve-year old boy – I’m not even going to…,

a young man being made fun of, isolated, traumatised, bullied, called names by his schoolmates, teachers, family for being physycally challenged and standing alone, hurting alone, bleeding alone, hating alone, thinking of committing suicide alone, dying alone,

couples breaking up only to have finger-licking good make-up sex – no pun intended,

someone dying of unknown causes in a haunted, built-on-top-of-an-old-cemetery house, just like the one in Spielberg’s 1982 Poltergeist,

Theresa May taking radical decisions like there was no tomorrow,

a girl in Kathmandu and one in Port Moresby having their first period,

Fallon inviting Timberlake to another one of his “Late night” shows,

a mexican father of seven getting caught trespassing the american border,

Bill Murray, Robert Downey Jr, Ed Norton, Owen Wilson getting old whilst Keanu Reeves getting younger every day,

a forty-something man successfully attending his last AA meeting,

some muslims pretending that the Quran is better than the Bible, but, hey, who am I to judge?

old people moving to Florida,

 

some very drunk adolescents at a rooftop party trying to remember whatever it is they did two summers ago,

Kanye just being Kanye,

some traditional family’s only son finally confessing he’s gay, that he’s actually been gay for awhile but he was just too afraid of his father’s reaction to open up about it,

a strangely attractive woman admitting that she’s actually an unconventional man trapped in a woman’s much too conventional body,

an ex-convict having an epiphany about all the time he’d wasted commiting crime instead of making his mother proud,

some nerds having an argument about whatever nerds usually argue,

someone remaking Antoine Artaud’s 1947 screaming experiment in the midlle of the night,

Noname, Snarky Puppy, Phantogram, Wadada Leo Smith,  The Impossible Gentlemen, Flume, Sarah Vaughan, Angel Olsen, Erroll Garner, Paul Simon (this just reminded me of how much I like Chevy Chase), Ariana Grande, Mitski, Kendrick Lamar, Stan Getz, Radiohead, Rihanna, Frank Ocean, Avisghai Cohen, Beyoncé, Esther Phllips releasing very good albums according to critics – that we will never get to listen to due to lack of time or an equally pathetic reason, unless we’re musical critics, in which case we can’t use this excuse or if we’re dedicated Beyoncé, Ariana Grande and Rihanna fans, in which case we already have those on our playlist,

two potheads sharing a doobie and discussing resurrection,

a girl becoming “wife material” without even realising it,

Natalie Portman arfully transforming into “Jackie”,

a partially deaf old lady watching “Who’s afraid of Virginia Wolf?” alone, while desperately trying to understand where things started to go wrong,

so many people being manipulated through subliminal stimuli (writing this really makes me want to drink an ice cold coke and eat a double cheeseburger; is it just me?),

“rival” politicians actually being in cahoots with each other against tax paying citizens like you and almost everyone you know and love,

a dying man apologising for the first time to his wife and daughter for the emotional and mental abuse and all the pain he’d caused them throughout the years knowing that it’s too late,

someone somewhere having an orgasm,

people commemorating the 72th Liberation of Auschwitz Anniversary.

Meanwhile,

it’s the 29th of January, 2017.

Twelve months, to be precise.

It’s been one year and five days

since i haven’t done anything with my life.

 

Pălărie fetru, thrifted

Pulover verde, no name

Jachetă neagră, Laschez

Pantaloni cărămizii, vintage

Curea împletită, no name

Cizme negre, no name

Geantă Gattinoni

Cozi blană, no name

Green Eyed Kisses,