The |Sabateur| checks in
She found an email dated March 10th that she never sent to me.In it, she bemones how much she has regressed in the past year. Spurring this longing gaze at the past was a message from me about the 1 year anniversary of April 2002. That is when everything changed for all of us. Why April? No reason. A confluence of coincidence brought sabateurs into the balconies of our poorly written, play-like lives.
She feels less like a participant in her own life now, ...more like a recepticle, sleeping where and with whom she falls. She feels like she is in college, ...and in that way, has adopted a life that makes her more like a normal 20-something.
But less of who she really is. Like our lives before 9/11, before 4/02, like today, ...it is all temporary.
I also miss those days sometimes. But, moving forward is necessary. Always forward. Life will change whether you want it to or not. Forget that the world and the universe is round, and that going forward is really just going in circles.
With any luck, we'll have another temporary period of time where love and drama and glitter fall to the ground and crunch under our feet, where our bodies reignite with the purpose of production, and our minds play and fight and be dulled. Maybe we will be smart enough to profit from it. Yes, and maybe we will all have flying cars.
In the future, there will be robots.
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