“We journeyed long in heat and frost.
Endured it all and remained free.
Devoured snow with birchy porridge
And grew to the height of belfries.”
-Александр Башлачёв (Alexander Bashlachev)
“You’re spiritually homeless,” Rob said as he stirred his pai mu tan white tea, “you just walk through life, you’re a sad bloke.”
“I don’t just walk through life,” Gav thought as he stared at his ever-extinguishing cigarette. “I just have a lot responsibility, and a lot of bills. We can’t all be starving artists.” He responded.
Rob laughed, “Cheers, you’re right, what a life it is. You’re still young; I don’t know what you’re waiting for. You just need to get out there and be more adventurous.”
“You make it sound so bloody simple.”
Gav was twenty-one, out of university, and stuck interning in a personal financing company. He hated it, but art doesn’t pay the bills, mindless file work did. He would meet up with Rob, a confessional poet and self-described altruist, every Tuesday at Pani’s Café to discuss life. Gav had met Rob during his university days, the two were flat mates, and since then Rob has consistently tried to open Gav up to new forms of thinking. “I’m telling you, you should believe in something, you should have reasons to live.” Rob preached, “Shit, you just need to find happiness, I’m tired of looking at your shattered mug. Promise me you’ll do something for you.”
Rob didn’t get it; he didn’t understand the ups and downs to Gav. He didn’t understand how hard it could be, the feelings of anger, anxiety, sadness, and despair all at the same time. Anytime Gav was close to something he wanted it was as if there was a break in the dam allowing all of his emotions out at once.......
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