Emboldened by a sense of
life very much his own, they said that
he set out to be nothing, nothing at all (a strenuous task if you will). He lived beyond days, weeks and months, and years were not of his concern. Some folks, always ready for those sightings, began
to see him in a different light; maybe he was truly not of this world. But others,
the jugglers and jesters in town, said things with a smile and
even asked for something of his body, just for the
living room they said, or perhaps bedroom. All that and more,
the daily fun and games never missing.
Then one day he got up
feeling he had arrived, or so he said, because he
spoke on the sidelines of tenses.
The truth is that he moved like
no one on the streets, and people
noticed. Free at last. He was now nothing, nothing at all of this
world.
When careless,
in his euphoria (or
who knows), stepping off the sidewalk,
he got on the wrong trip with a delivery truck, dragged for
what seemed an eternity. A horrid death.
That’s life, now people say. The worst they could say in his memory. But, then, by saying so they are confirming the validity of his escape –or quest.
That’s life, now people say. The worst they could say in his memory. But, then, by saying so they are confirming the validity of his escape –or quest.
