Skipping over to a digital form of tracking. Being there, it all spills out for you. Cocky bastard skiing to a star, and out of those sinister yellow tiles. As the business men crowd your way.
Take a breath on the escalator, beaming down. We’re in the subway now, not ought to be a nice day. You in there! - be free! Goosebumps killing your arm hairs.
‘Just killing it man!’ The other passenger says to you, oiled hair nearly slapping you across the face. ‘This is just too much. Let’s move on out of this level of mind and escape. Come with me it’s quite pleasant over here.’
Walk on and you’ll notice the fog turning to a kind of mist - streamlined and orderly. Feet feeling the comfort of warm socks in a cozy bed, the rainy day soothing out the mood.
Bending, pressing and lifting through some clouds just for the fun of it. Imagine, his jacket spiked up just to tell us all he was cool. Pretending meditation, ignoring us all and thinking-thinking-thinking a way to bliss.
Business bag bringing step aside, to a suitcase man fumbling for his earphones. Accompanied by an Irish knit hat, with a woman under there. Trying to keep to herself.
Beckoned, bargaining - Buford blares in the background. Working on a witch project. Should be good they say, lots of magic. The audience goes wild with anticipation, mentioning it to their colleagues through the cracks of theater doors.
Spotlights dripping into different colors, alluring and Finnegan. Hard pressed to be apples on an autumn day. As those itsy bitsy ciders trickle down the spout. Chilled frosted mugs sitting out, amongst the trappings of word class. Damn big and frothy.
More much for that and the next word chipping of this block. But I can’t tell you about it, this process. Everyone’s on their phone. Of course they are, what else is there to do? You’re on yours too.
Look at yourself, breathing, thinking, being. Noticing and planning. Hoping and wondering. Keeping it all together and on track. You’re doing well. Tell yourself that more often. It will remind you what you’re really here to do.
Be, be everything you set your mind to. Remember those memories, just like you’re there now but, it’s a shadow darkish and frozen. Not cold but a kind of paused animation with a basic feeling tone coming though.
But if you’ve noticed, the same memory remembered in another instant can have a different feeling tone. So you’re really just tweaking out those essences when you recall your re-memories.
And it will mirror your present state.
No sense in living in past debate.
-From the Amber Journal 2016