Park Vista

A majestic flock of cranes spotted in the dying light of the evening.

This park has stunning views.

Ex(cite)ation Quotation

“Fuly” (sic) – Bro

Doppelgänger

I spend my time searching the world for my doppelgänger. Because I believe that out there, somewhere, is my exact likeness. So one day, when I find him, I can train him to be my stunt double. Imagine the pranks I could pull. Walking with friends, I duck behind a bush only to leap out in front of a car. Wham! Never fear, I am fine. The looks on their faces. Priceless. Ever wanted to be in two places at once? I could do it. There I am, playing video games, but behold, I’m also at work completing all my tasks while juggling razor sharp snake venom machetes. Oh yes, meetings would be a breeze with my doppelgänger on hand to casually leap through a window on command. I wouldn’t even need to line up to get my license photo taken. And then, when the time is right, my doppelgänger stunt double will leap into action, only the car doesn’t stop, or I don’t arrange for the mattress to be placed just so, and my doppelgänger will be no more. I have just faked my own death. Which means that now, I am free. I can assume the identity of my doppelgänger. That guy’s awesome. I don’t want to be me. My life sucks. I spend all my time searching the world for my doppelgänger.

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Subliminal Condimentation

Writing

I may have a problem

Yesterday, walking along in one of those free-form swarms of people that forms after waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green, I noticed something just off the side of the footpath. Someone had abandoned a large construction bolt which now lay wedged into the grating of a storm water drain. First I wondered how it was possible that nobody else seemed to have noticed this. Then I wondered if I could use this piece of metal, but couldn’t find any excuse to take it. So I kept walking as the image of the bolt lingered in my mind and my imagination began to filter words, searching, playing, looking for some joke, some witty observation (but it’s a bolt in a drain), some pun… Bolt. “Attempting to bolt.” I smiled and turned back against my fellow pedestrians. I reached for my phone, it doesn’t have a great camera, but it’s always on hand. I reached the spot, the bolt was still there – but the sun was behind me and my shadow obscured the scene. I just need to get to the other side…

That was the moment I caught myself, about to step into midday city traffic. To take a photo. Of a bolt. In a drain. For that terrible pun.

I may have a problem. I think Curio has it in for me.

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