How is he, how am I, how are others. The brain is a
machine for comparing. He waited for a break in the conversation to start
talking about himself. Boring as a scenario of a thriller. It smelled of an old
crime story and he was decaying. More bacteria in the mouth than on the toilet
seat of a long-distance train. Komodo dragons kill not with teeth but saliva.
Genuinely moved, couldn’t get a word out, only tears. The news fell on him like
a drunk chimney sweep from the roof. Finally a touch of black humor. Broken
spine, wheelchair from the waist down.
She didn’t do anything special. Made love to a husband
she didn’t love. Brought up children who didn’t listen. Went to work she didn’t
like. Met friends she had nothing in common with. Watched television which
irritated her. Read books which bored her. Professed religion she didn’t