yesterday it was raining snow. i say this because it wasn’t exactly snowing and it wasn’t exactly raining. the ground was wet from the previous days’ rain and the falling snow like flakes weren’t staying in their semi solid states. in fact, they were reverting to liquid upon contact with the many surfaces found here. to say that it was slushing would indeed be stranger than saying it was raining snow, so i won’t say it (slushing). in fact i’m not saying anything… only conveying it through written word, which in fact isn’t even written. to take this fact even further, these words are only the manifestation of electricity which may or may not be something we consider physical. what i’m trying to say is that even if i wrote it, conveyed it, took a picture of it, etc… you probably wouldn’t even know what i was talking about when i said it was slushing. er… i’m lost and confused it seems. a little sidetrack. our experiences are all subjective as we are all subjects (hahaha… subject to the man) and being subject, i find our existence to be less concrete that i might think. what the heck am i going on about? i’m not sure. something philosophical perhaps? i don’t know. it just makes my head hurt… and to imagine how it is making your head feel is beyond my grasp for i am not you. that’s my whole point…
so it was slushing. instead of riding my trusty steed to work (i swear someday i will post an image of it, not the real thing, for in fact to turn my bicycle into electrons would prove to be impossible, at least for me) i decided to go by shoe. yes, on foot would have been too cold. actually i went on sock which was on shoe which was on the sidewalk and various other things, but that is on top of the point (like how i didn’t say beside the point?) yes, the point is that i traversed vicariously the road quite often traveled by. you see there are 7,000,000,000 people living around this town i currently call home. that’s a lot of mouths to feed. that’s a lot of food. that’s a lot of shit. yes, you should see the creek? i’m not sure what to call it. it’s a man made version of nature’s creek. i guess we call it a canal. it contains liquid, probably not much of it is pure water. i guess because it’s a mixture (or solution?) that very little of it’s water. yes, this is a polluted causeway, what is the cause? well us. and the it carries this liquid for some reason, i’m not sure where from or why or to where, but it carries it and i cross it every day to work. one day it was on fire, or something under the bridge over the water was on fire and it was smoking. i wondered what it was but didn’t stop to see. i also once saw someone, most likely a country peasant like myself, taking a crap in this causeway. he was squatted on the ledge, taking a crap. i’m not exactly sure how one ends up doing this. i mean i’m not sure of it. it’s of the most natural order of things to excrement one’s waste, though society has taught us that we should hide it, we should do it in an orderly fashion, and that it’s dirty. granted i wouldn’t want to drink the nutrient rich water from the canal that this man toileted on, but nonetheless if you get right down to it, what he did was perfectly normal. I suppose that i noticed it, and i wonder how many other people also noticed it. you see it wasn’t necessarily in plain sight. it was something one might just catch of glance of on accident and see. but there he was, bare bottomed leaning off the edge. perhaps reminding me of a time when i took my poor dog out to go to the bathroom. it happened to be raining. both of us (the dog and myself) did not want to be in the rain. the poor dog was getting old and taking some time and seemed to be miserable standing out in the rain trying to do what is the natural order of digestion. i could see drops of rain water on my dogs nose and i felt empathy. the ridiculousness of it all. the dog saying sorry, i have to go, i don’t want to stand out in the rain, and if i could use the toilet inside, i would.
so the man was going to the bathroom in a sewer canal which flows threw the middle of the center of the city of this once southern capitol. he is doing this right next to a building of several stories that houses the latest technologies that can be found in this world. yet he is doing this simple natural thing. was it normal? did he choose this? did it seem strange to him? i don’t know. I didn’t stop to ask. given my brainwashing, i wonder why he didn’t use a restroom. in fact, not far away, even i knew that there was one near by, there is a public restroom. not to be side track, but this is something that should be thought of. the question, why?
so across the bridge i go, on my trusty steed in the slushing snow. actually i was on foot this time, i must remember the events as i experienced them. so this day, which was yesterday, i walked to school, over the river and through the woods (the woods may be defined as the bicycle lane between trees on either side) to grandma’s house we go. grand ma’s is in fact one of the teachers, and grand she is. so off to work i went, and soon arrived at. one class. only one. then another in the afternoon. it was slushing in the morning. so the one class i went to, up four flights of stairs. it’s a work out, and makes me alert in the morning, having to muster up the adrenaline to climb these flights, four of them to be certain. class went well and then i walked home. the same way i came, perhaps on the opposite side of the road, because to come and to go are opposites. home i arrived and because of all the slushing and because of the adrenaline i earned from climbing now seven flights of stairs, i decided that i should play football (some call it soccer) in the slush. so i slushed in the slush, running and kicking and juggling and shooting and running and breathing and resting and walking and jumping. all of these i did in sub zero temperatures. depending on your scaling system, it may have been sub zero and may have be exactly zero or may have been far beyond zero in the positive realm. either way you cut it, my body temperature was warmer than the outside surroundings.
some time passed and students emerged. we shared some time on the field together, though i feared what their parents might think if they were to see us play in the snow. I didn’t fear for my parents thoughts for they knew not and might not ever find out. so i made them go inside, though were i them i’d want to play too, for that is the age of carelessness, but not the negative type. after they left i played by myself some more. it continued to slush throughout this whole time. when finally i finished i was fairly wet and cold, but not really too cold. i came inside and changed my clothes (for they were wet and to stay in wet clothes is silly) (unless you’re scuba diving or on fire or something of that nature). so that exercise in slushing in the snow or rainfall, depending on how you define subjective occurrences. ah, yes, so that was it. i did have to go back to class later on so i rode my bike this time. in the slush. i wasn’t fearful of wearing light colored clothing even though the ground wasn’t the color of the slush, but that of the mush that was created by the slush and the ground.
later on that evening after all the other activities i partook, i was riding my steed home when i came to a stoplight. the poor frozen man (i’m not sure whether he was financially solvent, i only use poor to describe the miserable environment he was currently in, though he may have very well enjoyed it… that’s the beauty of subjectivity my friends) this poor frozen man this poor frozen man… he thought that i was a poor frozen man because i had no gloves. he was tooting his whistle like crazy, though he really has little authority and people often ignore the street corner traffic police, this man was tooting his whistle and i waved at him because i thought he was tooting and me and i was fed up with the ridiculousness at all and wanted to be sarcastic and somehow peaceful or ironically show my anger in a happy way…. i waved and him and he smiled and waved back. i guess he wasn’t actually tooting at me, but more likely was just tooting in general… tooting being his way to sarcastically and peacefully and ironically show his anger in a happy way. so he tooted, i waved and he waved. he pointed to his gloves and the pointed to my lack of gloves. this was his thinking me as poor, perhaps in the monetary sense but more likely the circumstances. so he pointed at my lack of, which i sounded off in his native tongue… or standard tongue for invariably he spoke a dialect as his native tongue… in manipulation of my tongue i conveyed that i didn’t have them with me, and that they were at home. perhaps he didn’t understand, or perhaps i sounded and manipulated my tongue in just the right manor for him to understand. in any event this spurred his face muscles to shape his mouth in a shape that resembles a moon, or perhaps a parabola or something mathematical… a semi circle a curve. it was a concave up if i remember correctly my english mathematical definitions. in layman terms so there because little room for disagreement, he smiled. and it seemed that the smiles were contagious, for those around us, in particular, a woman, also on a steed, she too smiled and i think it had to do with the vibrations produced by my tongue and perhaps the light that had penetrated her eyes and perhaps the shape of the mans mouth.
long story short: today it also slushed. but it wasn’t as spectacular as yesterday…