What The F***?
A woman with a ridiculously sized
bottom walks up to me looking to inquire if I knew where I was or where I was
going. I said, “ I know only the fact
that I do not know where I am going and that I do not know where I was” staring
at the women then glancing over at a large window with which I could see
absolutely nothing. At first she
grabbed my shoulders as if I were standing in a street with nothing on but my
skin and the woman told me:
“Why is
it you want to be here, when you do not know what you want? Look at me when I know this” which I did
not.
I did not
know how I had been there or had gotten there from the start. Had I wanted to be there, or was I simply
there to yearn for something I didn’t.
There was no answer, or no answer I could conceive or acquire. There was only one thing that was in my mind
at that time, why was I was here.
The woman began to look over and something began to
happen. Something conjured in the
wall. Staring back at me. Something I didn’t know of. Something I had never seen. And that something was myself. The only thing I sought after, the only
thing I couldn’t have.
