the interminable time buffet
November 7, 2009
Is it possible?
| possible | ||||
| A | noun | |||
| 1 | possible | |||
| something that can be done; “politics is the art of the possible” | ||||
Photos render such false exuberance. I was looking back over some old photos and realized why I had been intimidating at one point in my life. You could see it in my demeaner, in the way my skin shone, and in the way my teeth sparkled – you could see an ebbing superstrength interlaced with my flesh. It was called youth. There was nothing that could not be done. it was all – all of it, every last shred of it -possible.
I smoke too much now, I scream and run round in cirlces all with out moving a muscle (and you can tell this by that spare tire stubbornly loged around my care bear tummy) . I am consciously deciding to invite that unbounded energy, that grotesque vitality with which I was so mercilessly endowed, back into my life, into my blood, into my craneum. And while I’m waiting for its rsvp, I’ll be chatting up every postman from here to my discarded umbilical chord.
After all, just because lost illusions are staple fare at most time buffets doesn’t mean that you’re forced to add them to your plate.
