It's the little things

At first everything seemed straightforward. All I had to do was work and get some money and...well go with the flow. There were people out there, somewhere who's job it was to come up with things that used my money. I just had to trust them. I did trust them. But then people started showing up who were aggressively projecting some kind of happiness or success, right in my face. I began to get uncomfortable with the whole arrangement. Was I bad at getting what I wanted? Maybe there was something I missed.

"I'm very successful!" he says, not with his voice, but with the things around him. THE CAR IS A RENTAL THE WATCH IS A FAKE. His idea of success is actually someone else's...that's the worst of all. Now its all annoying, its all the little things you know...

The passengers burst into conversation about me after I leave the train. People break into my room at night and steal all the music off my iPod...replacing it with sand that squirts into my ears like a nasty surprise. It takes so long to get sand out of your ear, who knows how deep it went? Someday it will emerge a pearl and everyone will admire all the work I put into it.

I see an immense number flashing red whenever I close my eyes. Each time it gets lower, counting down towards....what?

The ghost of Albert Einstein has appeared to me, he tells me I should quit my job. Easy for him to say, he doesn't have any flesh to support, still I know he's right. He travels around telling people they're in the wrong line of work, that's his job...it seems a strange situation. He's persistent: every 15 minutes he appears wailing and rattling chains, it's so distracting that if he keeps it up I'll be fired instead, how will he feel about that? Will he support me or just go to the next poor soul? I suppose he doesn't want to get involved.

Fucking ghosts.

At some point I became aware that the sky is filled with messages written in the clouds, but you can't understand them, no-one can. Even if you could, they're only about the weather: "nice weather today" or "Sorry bout the rain! :(" When did everything become so unbelievably pointless? Get me outta here Albert...As a child I dreamt of being eaten by Charom Ka, the wandering hungry wormhole. Charom Ka the unstoppable! Charom Ka who snakes unhindered through all the places known, his body is a passage through the secret mess of time and space. Would that I knew the song to summon him and pass into the exotic alien vastness that exists all around our tiny planet.