Fair Weather Lust
28th August 2007Off to hire a convertible again? Your search for the sun amuses me. You know your sensitive skin is unaccustomed to the burn. Why aren’t you satisfied in your own place, your native homeland with your birth mother who tended to you with utmost care?
The city cries out for you today and all you can do is wave her a half-hearted goodbye. You make me sick with your holiday dreams ephemeral and unsubstantial.
Your fair weather lust has taken hold again. We cannot cater to your fanciful desires. We simply can’t keep pace with your tiresome demands. I prefer it here a million, million, a million times over. In the cold, the grey and damp. I prefer the rotten stench of alcoholism, truth and overuse. So go. Go and see what you might find in the clear blue sky. I know everything truly necessary is right below this heavy cloud, tangled in the sour sweet pollution of this mouldy air.
Go. Go then. We won’t wait up but we’ll still be here. We’ll still be right here when you decide you want back in to the fold. Façades may change but our innards remain their broken same. We may fix the broken door eventually, I should think.
29th August 2007 at 1:01 pm
I will confess that from here - trapped in a dull, grey, featureless open-plan office - that open road looks most wonderfully appealing. and yet I know that, deep down, the rotten stench of alcoholism and the sour sweet pollution has me every time. As long as I can hide from it in my cocoon, of course.
29th August 2007 at 1:23 pm
A cocoon to disappear in, yes. I understand perfectly.
But it’s not the discontent I mind. It’s the illusion of that transient fix that irritates me.
29th August 2007 at 9:57 pm
I long to escape from warm, blue and humid, to bluer, warmer and more humid, but when I get there, I always long to get home.
30th August 2007 at 9:38 am
It’s not where you are, it’s who you’re with. I speak as a gorilla who has had to endure the company of baboons while watching the red-hued glow of a tropical sunset.
30th August 2007 at 11:19 pm
Lillipilli: I enjoy blue and warm for short periods. Luckily, there’s a place for everyone, I think.
Gorilla Bananas: Ha! You’re much too clever for a gorilla. :)