A day in a life

I was there sitting on the chair that have been there since I arrived. Taking some herbs infusion, to warm up, I resigned tea long ago, sometimes I miss the idea, but not the taste. Thinking about how all goes around always. Going out to the street, having a walk, having a look, having some impressions, being on the peak, being on the valley, talking to the stranger, talking to the known, starting to eat some snack, finishing it, then again some snack, and again the inevitable and fatal conclusion of it. Going to the market for something, just to hang around. I really go to the market to hang around, it’s a nice place were all people must converge, doesn’t matter who you are, you need to go there and get your stuff. So usually it’s the best place to look at people and their stories, grandpa buying some sweets for the kids, or the old-scarface-rough-man who lives by his own, and don’t need anyone because everyone else are just rubbish, the sweet girl who is following her mother that is very impatient always, if its not for her work, then for her parents, or maybe for dinner, or maybe just she is like that always, carrying that mood along with her. I also fall in love quite easily, but then they paid what they got and go away, just like my love for them. I’m just empty, but not bad-empty, just emptiness itself, which its pretty good, I can be anything, or nothing. I can be the potato or the chips, maybe the milk right there in the dairy corner, I can be every single cookie, I just merge with them and known them fully. I talk to the apples around about how weird it’s be in this place, so unnatural to them. Well that always is the complain in the vegetables area, they just have to pretend that is so normal be under a roof and have some electric lights around, also  this very cold air that goes around always, very annoying. For the other side, meat its always happy, never have been so cool in their life, always carrying blood and all these thing that the animals system requires for its survive, it’s a restless work you know, and produces a lot of heat, and movement, well, all the physics and chemistry that are fabricated thus that porpuse. So been hanging there without any concern it´s heaven, they don’t have to worry about anything but being . Then someone else it’s going to eat them, so the work its for the one who eats, not form them, they are done with it.  I always wanted to tell them, that this shit never ends, that they will be consumed and transform in that body that is biting them, so they will begin working again, some of will get lucky and go through the anus and back to my dear mother earth, but that is just retarding what is inevitable, they are just changing in form and form, but can never get rid of this endless circle of life, they will get in to some plant shape, maybe a nice one, maybe not, then to some insect, some herbivore, maybe an elephant, elephants always amazed me, so much muscle and structures being built in that body, surely they got some superpower digestive system, I mean the dudes are transforming plant fiber in that thick piece of skin, what to say about the huge bones that they do not know where to put , so they throw them outside the body to show off, how marvelous its that.  By then they are already meat again, or maybe became some fruits, but will be consumed anyway, and go back to the shit.  The identity will be definitively broke and dispersed by then (which is good, in that place you can really go and ask who am I) that they probably will surrender. And in that moment, that very precise moment, time disappears, is just so simple. They realize their true nature, and everything goes away. I mean, everything it is shown the way it is, nothing more, nothing less, just what it is constantly. Then suffering stops, because there is nothing to suffer about, nothing ever happens. Oh it´s wonderful this creation, how many shinny apples out there, how many bright breads being the being, how many trees wandering around, just the idea deceives me, because there is no idea that can impress reality but reality itself. What an electron to accomplish that, when there is not a single thing to be accomplished. How many orbits have been going around this question, and then the cheese very humble tells you, there is no question, why you believe in questions in first place, just eat me mate, get your job done and don’t get identified with it. So much wisdom in these market trips, and I have only talked about food, when entering in the cleaning section is hardly describable, these guys are merely shining. But, no everything it’s about that, I also have to do my stuff at the place, I have to get some objects to bring them home and do the householder thing that I’m supposed to do, so usually when I’m finished with my daily routine, I get to the square just behind the market, there is always a place to sit and see how this other system of interminable relations works. Here the elders have the power, mostly at the noon time, when the sun its fully seeing, so they can get some natural heat-radiance-electricity for their own batteries, they walk around trying to get the most they can, because that is all they can get until next day, so, every particle have a demolishing valueWhen the clock comes, the kids will take their place, and act as guardians of the forest rectangle, creating so many characters that its very hard to keep any count on them, I got lost every single time, every plural time, they are just unfollowables. By the evening, all the colors start to change, so do I, and the kids, we call it off for today, its time for the teens to do their secret, unique and ever new drinking-smoking-rebelling-dancing-singing theatre, that I enjoy a lot, even I add to the show. They know how to have fun. This time was getting windy, and my skeleton have a instable relationship with this element, so I preferred to go back home, and you know, sit on my chair and have a nice infusion to warm up.