So I'm thinking back to the time I got picked up by the police for shouting a warning many years ago, some women were stealing energy, qi, or smoke, or ether, or whatever you want to call it, whilst I was walking along, it is true the trees may have been talking, there are plenty of them where I walk, but I could sense what was going on and it was wrong. The police didn't understand though I told them straight up, and I had to do t'ai ji spins which they later said had hurt them, though they admitted they didn't know what was going on, taking me to the hospital was the right thing to do, but even the doctor didn't fully understand, he thought I was talking about sex with my father, or at least my yiayia (grandmother in dialect) who is now dead. I suppose I didn't know then, just a vague intuition about life on the wire, no nafs or ego, no spoken word, so boasting about it here is nothing new, I just want to get on with my life as best I can and I have a few family and love life problems to sort out.
My aunt has dementia, that is one of the first problems in my life, I don't know the cure, she's very old, and in many ways the matriarch. She lives near Famagusta in Cyprus, Islam is probably the best solution, though vitamin K3 can help;
The second problem is sorting out how I am going to live with my future wife, we have such radically different lifestyles, me typing away in drudgery and she praying everyday to pick up something nice. Her flat is filled with junk, my body is filled with pills, neither of us want these things, however I do care for my parents and her brother, so I'm worried that she is taking the piss. It's not that I think she works, she lives like a Queen, and she told me life has always been her dream ever since she was a child, I just struggle with work compatibility issues which help, and when I talk my experience fades away, so we are in love, if it were only possible to sleep for ten minutes before leaving the house;
Drudgery and writing make me happy, they give me purpose, for her, the collection bowl and spoken word satisfy her soul, we can do small talk and quick snuggling, she often kisses me on the forehead, but my mind won't let me partake
I guess I'm just a dog, to use a rude word, but I'm not afraid to say it.
Anyway, the counter is still on, and I'm unconsciously counting this time, which is a relief after the last 30 years.
Wondering what my brother is up to today, he's gone silent