Orbit Head

by Billectric

Posted to Stories on 2003-04-06 11:02:00

It’s like it never happened.

No, I’m wrong. I’m different because it happened. I just don’t look different. In fact, I probably look more normal and nondescript now because it happened.

I sit in the laundrymat, clothes in the dryer while I read a National Geographic magazine, sipping a cold coke.

I bring a glass of ice with me, along with my basket of dirty clothes. Get a can of Coke from the machine and pour it into the crystalline vessel. It fills, a little froth on top, and I sip the exquisit cold fizzing thirst quenching sweetness and joy explodes in my mouth and brain.

Look at the clothes tumbling in the dryer. It’s always something turning. Years ago they invented the water wheel, and the grinding stone for mustard, then the old astrologers figured out that the Earth revolves around the sun. Some of them got in trouble for that. I like a watch with hands, three hands – hour, minute, seconds. It’s always about turning wheels that my mind tries to connect to the progress of man, which is not progress in the sense that the turning, the revolving, was always here.

It seems so profound at that moments but I still look like a bum. It’s on the inside. I can’t explain it if you don’t know. Next door to the laundrymat is a bar. I used to go over there while my clothes were washing but one time my clothes got stolen. It didn’t matter, except for the Rossington Colline Band T-shirt which you can’t find anymore, so it was a collector’s item.

All my collector’s items have fallen away, one by one, and I don’t care, which is what I mean when I say that Something happened, you just can’t tell by looking.