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[and an edit - this is what it looks like.]
so we're on flood watch right now, where i am, in kensington.
out west from here and north they're already on flood warning.
i was in balmain earlier this evening, for a friend's going away party. when i went to leave, it was pissing down outside. got to the bus stop, was already soaked. had to change buses in the city, and on the second bus, we started listening to the flood warnings on the radio. something, blah blah blah, something, blah ROAD CLOSURES IN KENSINGTON blah blah something.
oh shit.
so we get to anzac and alison roads, and they're rerouting all traffic. they turn our bus back around to they city. so we get off the bus and start to walk home.
only about a 20 minute walk, but this goes above and beyond.
the water is completely covering the road. you can see no pavement.
keep walking.
the water is completely covering the median in the road. no grass, no median.
keep walking.
the water is completely covering the sidewalks on one side of the road, and is about halfway to the sidewalk on the other side, as that side's on a hill. no walkways.
keep walking.
there is a policeman walking down the middle of the road, poking at something with a shovel. the water comes up to ABOVE HIS KNEES.
keep walking.
there are a couple cars in the road, that obviously got caught in the storm and won't restart. their car door is open. the water comes up to THE SEAT OF THE CAR.
keep walking.
arrive home!
look like you've gotten out of the shower with your clothes on, go directly downstairs to tell angie the story.
angie's room has flooded.
the water in her room comes over the carpets. they have evacuated all important things, like computers and books on the bottom shelf, to the spare bedroom upstairs.
and as i've been writing this, power has gone out in the city and the northern suburbs. no electricity, no traffic lights.
rain, rain, go away...
actually, i like rain.
(it makes me want to run around outside and frolic.
possibly naked.)
as long as it is not damaging property and wreaking havoc.
which it is.
but i still enjoy it.
I strip and I'm pretty. And the little useless pieces of paper fall, fall.
I turn round and am startled;
There's someone standing behind me. As I approach, so does she.
Her brow furrows and she grimaces; this isn't the time for company.
Book titles.
Supermarket lists.
She is so silent; I wonder if there exists in her mind the myriad thoughts in mine.
They don't show.
*giggle*
She fits perfectly behind her wall.
I wonder if she'll give in to torpor.
Watch the carpet, love. It can burn.
New songs.
Addresses.
Find the yellow one down there, will you? It has a sticky back.
I knew i'd been dreaming a lot lately.
but they haven't been writing well.
no, maybe that was me.
there's nothing more.
not without you here.
but if i left?
you put on her tail.
her mermaid's tail.
it changed your DNA.
your language.
you kicked me out.
i had to leave my bike.
my mattress.
it was my garage.
you left with her.
you're changing everything.
the daylight burns.
it is apposite.
I am exceedingly soft and warm and cuddly. I have curves in all the right places, and I smell good. The sheets are clean, and the bed is always big enough. The fan is on, the temperature is a nice mid range 25 C. It's not a white christmas, but at least it's raining. Locals disdain rain during the holidays, but I reckon it's the best alternative of all our possibilities. Remember lying in a cabin, back amongst the trees, with the wind blowing through the fly screen, and the rain falling ponderously down on the tin roof?
That's one of the most romantic sounds in the world.
What's wrong with this picture?
Do you ever wish you could uncomplicate relationships? Not specific to romantic relationships, but just... in general?
So that when you tell someone, "I'm irritated with my roommate because he/she was up drinking all night with his/her visiting friends and they were singing loud drinking songs at 12.15 am," people will react objectively? They can tell you what they really think or if you're just whinging. Because it doesn't matter if they offend you, or your roommate, or have complete shit advice, because they don't know you well enough for it to matter.
Maybe it's not a desire for some relationships to be uncomplicated; that is inaccurate. I am always grateful for the people I know well enough that they understand exactly what I mean (even when all I do is garble at them) and their continuing support.
There is just a... craving, maybe? A desire? To talk to someone who knows nothing about you or your life and likely will never care. They can keep you in line, prevent you from wallowing in the depths of your own misery.
Real friends are great, but it's harder for them to blow you off.
What if you need someone to slap you in the face like that? Cause you're sick of yourself?
I need a stash of objective, replaceable conversationalists.
I figure parallel universes have to exist.
There are so many what-ifs in life; there wouldn't be a point to being able to think about what-ifs unless there was some way they could all be validated. Consider all the times you've wondered, how would your life be different if you'd gone to this university? Moved to that place? Dated this person? All in place of your current university, location, significant other. And for each decision that changes, every subsequent decision could stay the same, or could change as well. The number of alternatives increases exponentially. Does it have to be set in stone?
It's really all just a game. In some other universe, maybe even just another world, there has to be an equivalent but opposite version of events taking place.
I think a lot of people decide not to believe in parallel universes not because of the supposed improbability of it all, or because of the ensuing God issue, but because it trivializes our lives. If there are multiple versions of us out there, each making different decisions and living completely different (similar?) lives, we cease to be unique. And uniqueness is one of the primary characteristics of being rational, conscious beings.
To the best of our knowledge and ability to understand, the universe is infinite. We have not yet found an 'edge' of the universe, nor does anyone have any worthwhile, legitimate theories about what is then beyond the 'edge'. We are incapable of viewing even a tiny percentage of the universe. What we can see, when we look at the horizon, is at most about 14 billion light years away, because that's how old the universe is estimated to be. Now change our reference frame; if we were on the most distant star in our visible universe, what would we see? What defines the visible universe from that point, from the 'edge' of our visible universe? We have no way of knowing how much farther it goes, or where it stops. Maybe it takes a turn at 50 billion, like a mountain highway. Maybe it drops for a few light years, like the edge of a cliff. But in all that space, even just to our horizon, doesn't it logically make sense to assume that there is an equally infinite (or finite, if you insist) number of possible states for us to exist in, rather than an infinite number of identical states? Also, these considerations are only spatial. The likelihood of all this, yet again, increases exponentially if we consider a greater number of dimensions that define reality, or if we consider time travel.
To an arthropod of your choice, the universe is likely limited to the area it travels throughout its life. Perhaps it does have some concept of existence, and maybe it has a sense of community. But beyond its own life, it can't encompass anything more. I think we are like that. We are the arthropods of the Earth. We understand our own existence relatively well (some of us do), and we pretend to be enlightened and have some knowledge of the universe around us. But really? We can't pretend to understand what we don't know exists.
So yah, I reckon parallel universes are a must have. Cause if this is the only version of life I get, there damn well better be another version of me out there somewhere who's doing a better job than I am.
I wish we could weigh words.
You can feel them when they come out of your mouth.
Some of them float, and migrate themselves upwards to hang out with the cobwebs.
Others sink, straight to the bottom of your existence, where you tread on them and grind them into the floorboards.
Difficult to classify particular words, cause it would be different for every person.
But consonants, for sure, are much heavier than vowels.
So whenever you speak, both the literal weight of the word, in terms consonants and vowels, and the psychological connotation unique to you, must be considered.
How much do you weigh now?
