I found a note in my porridge.
Most (every) morning I start the day with a bowl of Quaker’s Oats porridge. I use one sachet to ensure I’m not being overindulgent, and it keeps me going till lunch.
A note fell out of the last sachet I tore open, like those toys used to do in cereal boxes. I felt it was merely excessive packaging, a manufacturing fault. But then I turned it over.
”Does this make you happy?”
I enjoy looking down at the floor whilst wearing my glasses. I can see all the toasted crumbs, coffee spills, and semen stains in the carpet, those finer details. I can stare at my phone without having to lift it, I can read a book and use my foot to keep it. And my glasses slowly slide, I feel them disconnect from my nose, brush my ears, and when they finally drop, I can’t see anything at all.
People stop you in the street, selling energy, selling belief, selling charity, selling veganism, selling something. Sometimes you make a beeline in the opposite direction, sometimes you say ‘sorry’ and carry on, but sometimes you stop. And this is a story about stopping. Continue reading
When inspecting the flat, I noticed the damp patches on the living room ceiling, it looked like there had been a major leak at one point. The tenant showing me around assured me that this happened a long time ago, and was because of one bad tenant living upstairs. When she went to complain she noted that the guy had already moved out. I felt a little relief, and put my name down. Sometimes you have to take a few small defects, take them as part of the charm. Like damp ceilings, we all have our fair share after all. Continue reading
I lie on my bed naked as I watch TV.
It’s okay, nobody’s watching.
I’m watching something grotty, it’s better than anything soppy.
It’s okay, nobody is watching me watching this.
Though as the action fades to black I see my own reflection.
Watching me watching this watching that naked.
And I look at my reflection and pull the covers over.
I look at my reflection and throw the remote over.
But there I am, staring right back at me.
And the only thing I long for.
Is a reflection-free TV.
It’s never a bother. a problem, a concern.
Even if it makes you squirm.
Even if it keeps you up all night.
Even if you lose your way
It’s certainly no bother, no problem, no concern?
The jigsaw on the table was in pieces, no longer creating a whole complete picture. Pieces were scattered all around, on the table, under the table, somewhere far away from the table and I spent much time crawling to find them all. Continue reading