Memorycemetery

In a strangest of places, dishelved, misfortuned, abandon by all gods but unknown, tattered from a long pointless journey, he sat, all but certain about what path will be taking him into unknown, yet so foreseeble future; future that deemed to be so clear, and was yet so elusive.Random thoughts served with stale beer and luke-warm french fries -loneless at its best, a classical case of being lost: a useless coin found in a pocket of trousers not worn for aeons; old fat woman, covered with layers of heavy make-up sleeping, head on a checkered laundry bag, a Chinese fortune cookie prophecy in a language he could not read properly, but only figure out vague meanings out of characters, spelling - “danger!”, oh, no, rather “a calm see doesn’t make a skilled sailor”: whatever.Long hours of sleepless nights, and most colorless weeks of his life taking their toll; sinking in the madness, trying to get hold of something, just about anything;  simply trying to make it simple again, figure out way out of this mess, desperately trying to reconnect himself with… what?Dropping things in the middle, and taking them on again just to abandon later - no matter, how good you are at juggling, it’s only a matter of time when the ball falls; it’s only a matter of time, of course, when we all fall - heroes and villains, nameless Syziphs of endless days, we all fall in vain, and you will, no matter how hard you try. And he tried, yes, he did, over and over again, changing places for no apparent reason, leaving lovers, like unfinished books, haunted by sadness, a life without purpose, and out of need for one. To be precise, it happened in an airport cafe, with over 20 hours of waiting for the connecting flight, half of them through.

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