It started at the bottom, now We Are Here’
Elegy
once upon a time
oh wait...wait
time does not exist.
just like endings or beginnings don’t exist
what then, does exist?
continuation
of
what was, is, and will be
in this very moment
close(C) your(T) eyes(A)...
so as you are here in being
so are they
can you feel they?
mmm, so can I
open your eyes...
see
this is not the end, nor is it the beginning
it just is.
like it was and forever will be
writers catalyst:
Chicago
Shakespeare and Dali:
This reminds me of the first two customers I ever waited on — It was pensioner’s Wednesday at Ocean Basket, aka R18 hake and chips day, aka get ready for your R2 Spiderman tip. Yes, R2, which would victoriously buy a seventeen-year-old undercover rebel two single Stuyvesant blues at Gregory’s corner kafee #winningatlife
As my shadow days were over, I sashay to the table seated at 10 o’clock (who eats fish so urlai in the morning?) to take their order. Our interaction was fleeting — “two specials please” was all I heard, and whips, I teleport over to the POS where my master’s 20 questions and finger on screen await:
Q: “What did they order?”
A: “Two...two...(oh crap, I never asked which special) seafood platters.” [at R99 a pop]
Q: “Um...ok [we both look at the drunken sailors, from ten past ten, then back at each other] sure [she looks at me like I’m messing with what could have been someone else’s R2 tip]. How would they like their fish and calamari — fried, grilled, or cajun?”
A: (beeep) [time to commit] “Grilled.”
Q: “Prawns?”
A: “Scampi.”
[irresponsible creating going down]
Zzz zzz zzzzzd zzz zzz zzzzzd seals the deal
🛎 ting-ting brings D-day
[cue cold sweat]
I approach the table, sans swagger, and present them with their feast [master watching on]. “We didn’t order that. We ordered the fish and chips special.” [njaa, the show’s over, and there’s no teleporting anywhere, unfortunately]
[cue masters 20 questions]
Q: “Why are you taking those platters back to the kitchen?”
A: [cranking up commitment. nonchalantly:] “Ja, no, it’s not what they ordered.”
Q: [cue master’s lobster face and spotlight — seeing as the rest of the clock is empty. whips, restaurant manager approaches]
RM: “What’s happening here?”
A:(COMMIT!) [cue dumb blonde]
I got a good grill and learned valuable lessons.
Then:
Assumption is the real drunkard
Never ever dye your hair
And now:
The special on the menu is zooshed up as “Famous Fish and Chips — all-time favorite hake and chips” — R120
What I’m actually reading: “Infamous all-time high” — Rinflation
What I see in the future — absolutely no ZAR, potentially no Ocean Basket — but maybe more fish in the sea?
Inflation, regardless of its induction, application, or complexity, weirdly plays a role in bringing the Earth into planetary and intergalactic equilibria. Inflation is on the edge of its sword, forcing sustainability on that entire chain.
There is a painless way — ₿itcoin.
[responsible creation going down]
Quannah Rose Chasinghorse