Umbrella Wars

For centuries the umbrella has been a dangerous weapon redcordialblues

Escape Routes

Last night when I was trying to get to sleep I started to think about the best way to skip the country if I thought I was potentially about to be arrested or followed by police. More than likely influenced by Shantaram, which I started a little while ago, I decided that New Zealand was the obvious choice. The reason is pure logic: New Zealand is the closest and most easily accessible foreign country, giving you the shortest time span in which to escape undetected. This meant less time to freak out on the plane trip and less time for the coppers to notice you missing. Slick. redcordialblues

Simplicity

Today at work I had a customer tell me that she did not know me, had never met me before, but she decided that she liked me. She told me she could see I had a great attitude. I smiled, thanked her and cleared another table. What propels a person to make such a statement? These words she said meant nothing really and if she had not said them, no one would have noticed. Now I have a story and her words have been caught - captured in my brain and they are evolving even now that I type them. Is this what it means when people say that simple pleasures are more rewarding?

The "simple theory" is an ongoing arguement I have with many an adversary. I refute that simple is an opposite of complex and demand that complex not mean complicated. This arguement for me cannot be described in words. Pictures can say a thousand words and this makes it complex. And further still, I have been developing an emotional content in my developments of theories and ideas. This language of description thus becomes more multi-layered than I can comprehend. So I give you a picture and will call it "Incredibly Complex Simplicity".

Scene 2

EXT. STREET NEAR TRAIN STATION NIGHT
The woman walks down the road with her head down and her hands in her pockets this late at night. She rounds the corner and sees a car, smashed from a recent road accident. Three people stand around it, two on mobile phones. The woman does not hesitate in her stride and simply walks on by. Head down, arms bunched a little more to her sides.

There was something not quite right...

Someone told recently that me my needs are simple. Everything in fact is simple. But where then is my complexity? Complexity does not mean complicated. Simple does not have to disregard the complex. Perhaps it is my Self needing validation or soothin grafication. I am like no other and I refuse to join in. Who knew that rambles could be so fulfilling and freeing. My soul has been lit by something lately and I refuse to define it as simple. Or even complex. It simply is. Perhaps there is emotion there. I do not know what that is, but it creates sensations that I have never experienced before. And still I stare at walls.