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A Little Real and a Little Unreal
By Steven Joseph McCrystal
Today’s journey was much the same as any other journey. It started at midnight and it would finish at midnight. Yes, I would travel into the future as a day flashed by in the blink of an eye, but would I truly be moving? In truth: a simple day: no more, no less. Of course, my eyes would be closed for part of the journey, because human necessity requires us to get some much needed REM sleep, a sleep where dreams become real. Yes, a complex dream state to be sure, but who really knows what dreams are made of? Certainly not my days - or my nights for that matter, but maybe somewhere in between days.
Beep, beep, beep, beep...Rise and shine. As they say: I don’t know what sick and twisted individual came up with that saying. It’s a fine way to describe the morning’s drudgery. I feel sluggish this morning. In fact, I feel sluggish every morning. I don’t know anyone who jumps out of bed with a double back flip; two cart wheels and a front flip into the bathroom to brush their teeth, and then casually moonwalks en route to the breakfast bar in the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. Rise and shine indeed. In truth, the average person wakes up with a groan, falls out of the wrong side of the bed, then trips over their slippers as they stumble into Snow White’s magical bathroom mirror, which in turn fractures at the sight of all the creases deeply engraved on the reflected face. Rise and stumble. Rise and fumble. Rise and grumble. Stub your toe.
Of course, the more time travelling you do the harder it is to avoid life’s little laughter lines. I’ve been travelling through time for nearly forty four years now and my laughter lines are on the verge of turning into tectonic faults. Just like the Grand Canyon for instance: obviously one of planet Earth’s little wrinkles. So the mirror’s cracked; you’ve stubbed your toe tripping over your slippers; your face looks like the surface of the moon; and still the day moves on.
Time is relentless.
By the time your heart has started pumping and the duvet marks have disappeared from your face it’s time - time to think about lunch. Of course, the morning dragged in as usual but by the time lunchtime has come the morning has practically flew by. The good old paradox of time is that it moves both slowly and quickly at the same time. Yes, good old fashioned head pickling time. I’ll mention it one more time. Time...
What a moment a day takes in the grand scale of things. In relative terms a day is like a split nanosecond compared to any age of the earth. Less than a split nanogooglesecond compared to the googolplex of the universe. The earth isn’t even a blip in cosmic terms.
I often think this way when it’s time to tidy up. I mean what is the point of doing all the housework if I’m only going to be here for a split second? What is the point? Well, any excuse will do. Although, I do do some house work to pass the time but it’s never enough. Another excuse is that I would prefer to do something noble like read a book but I rarely get around to it. Besides, I prefer to read an hour before I go to sleep so that I can have good wholesome dreams.
The afternoon is much the same as the morning, with the minutes slipping by like a car that’s stuck in first gear: It sounds like you’re going really fast, but the reality of the situation is that you’re stuck on the freeway going thirty kilometres per hour when you should be doing seventy. However, there is always something to keep you active during your afternoons’ laborious mental journeys and its games. Every day is a game that demands your humble attention. The prize is a single piece of enlightenment. A small glimpse of hope that one day you’ll escape from being trapped in time - your time. I’ve tried all sorts of games to pass the time and if I was to pick a favourite it would have to be monotony of thinking. Good old fashioned mind games. How else would you receive a small piece of enlightenment? How else would you survive the day? It’s only possible by finding an answer to the long list of questions that both numb your mind and free it at the same time. What if, why am I here is the only question, what if I did this instead of doing that? What happens if I push this big red button? What then? Unfortunately, it’s easy to forget just one answer: just one epiphany; just one solution. Could this be my epiphany?
Is the answer the question and is the question the answer?
Teatime is a drag but all the best things happen after dinner. It’s time to review the day’s lack of activities and do something about it. Friends are priceless in moments like these. You’ve spent all day in some sort of mindless stupor and it’s time to hook up with your mates and share it. It isn’t all that bad. At night we watch DVDs, play X-Box games, go to the movies, talk about ourselves, eat takeaways and say things like: What have you been up to today? The answer is usually the same – fuck all really - just paying the bills. However, the good thing is we’ve made an almost invisible pact to do more things and, no, they’re not New Year resolutions. They’re our mission in life. One of the reasons for our choice to infuse ourselves in “culture.” is to make ourselves more interesting individuals. Quite simple really. Another reason for our efforts is the absolute joy of doing something different. Something fun. Something new. I reckon we’ve got the New Year off to a good start. This year’s selection so far is Shakespeare’s: A Midsummer Night’s Dream; a My Generation Mod night, and The Circus of Horrors - The Curse of the Devil Doll. That takes us up to March this year but let’s back up to the day at hand.
Upon reflection and in retrospect—I shouldn’t think of as everyday as boring. It’s just that there’s so many of them and my friends and I can’t go to A Midsummer Night’s Dream every night of the week. We can only dream our dreams when it’s time to sleep. It makes life worth living.
God is that the time. It’s time to read my book.
Beep, beep, beep, beep...Damn it! Was I just dreaming? Rise and shine, as they say...
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