Here’s an interesting question – if you
re-invent yourself are you still you?
Or someone other?
Here’s another interesting question – where
is the green fish?
I know the answer to the first - unless the
fact that I THINK I’m still me is an illusion born of someone else’s mind, in
which case I’m not.
Anyway I don’t want to be not me.
I like me, even if I’m full of seething contradiction.
However, I do find myself more and more
alone these days.
Among the recluses who live in this
reclusive neck of the woods of beyond’s back, I am known as the recluse.
Among my own family I’m…
Well I’m here, they are out having fun.
Most of this is my own making of course
but, for example, I invited my daughter to go swimming in the river with me –
she said no thanks.
I invited her for a cycle ride – she
declined.
I wondered if there was anything she liked
doing with her dad – so I asked her.
She thought a long time before saying –
going to the cinema.
Sitting in the dark so you can’t see me, I thought?
‘Would you like to go to the cinema this evening?’
I asked.
‘No thanks.’
She’s 18.
I was lucky for the time she gave me.
‘Oh and listening to Jack Johnson.’
I hope he’s doing a concert somewhere some
place near here soon.
Or else I’ll never see her again.
Which brings us to the green fish.
Where indeed?
1 comment:
Green fish was gone for awhile from its allotted location on your blog. It's back now but realize that it must have been a sign -- but of what? Or perhaps it was hiding -- but why?
I'll be keeping my eye on the fishbowl just in case it is trying to pull a 'Purple Rose of Cairo' on me.
Mx
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