- Posted April 11, 2012 by Stormfish Viewed 639 times
thick walls of privacy in the midst of our sprawl, looking down on the haggle and hassle from an elevated point of proud solemnity. i wonder who spends their night here, for “great rates” of CHF 560.- per bed, as it is advertised by booking.com.
worlds within worlds within worlds. no way that this is just one. a reality mingled and mixed for us all to thrive: unity is bollocks gallore. we are eternally parted and divided and each of us has their place fixed, weaved into our clothes we can't take of and confirmed by subtle background checks, a skill of porters and clerks; we stay where we are, you above, me below, in an unchanging merry-go-round that flicks us off the reel one after the other, tired and exhausted by the never-ending ride.
and yet, there is peace in the midst of chaos. nothing to fear while you close your eyes, slipping downwards into that protected cocoon of wadded sleep. the alternative to failing is dreaming to win.
darkness sounds dirty, muddled, confusing and full of pain. it isn't. make it the ever glowing coal in the oven of your heart, laid out of unmovable bricks, enclosing the warmth that never escapes. unless… unless for those unspoken moments, crackling with sparks - worth to behold, worth to remember, even after you've paid your bills, consumed your service and left a small tip for the cleaning lady's approval.
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