musing

the more you read about world politics(damn interesting), the more you wonder about how a country is treated as a sort of person. Which gets confusing-you know official statements, what the actual citizens feel and overall skewed impression. although this exchange was fun.
as we all know, greece is heavily in debt. not surprisingly, they owe germany quite a bit. (because everyone owes germany)

Germany: yo, pay up. you owe us so-and-so billion.

Greece: no, you owe us so-and-so billion for Nazi war crimes.

(wow. they went there. the level of desperation)

Germany: we cleared those payments years ago.

(just to give this rambling a closure.)

We are Here

2 am. You are a hamster on the wheel. Used to conversations on definition of science carried out by the thumb. You are regular hamster with existential crisis’s about the wheel you are in. You are run about as usual after your shift ends, and your attention drifts as you wait to be dropped home, seated in your cab.

2 am.  He closes the bar after a long shift.

2. 20 am. Impact.

2.20 am. Blackness.

2.21 am. The glass of the cab shatters. There is a horrible sound. Metal being dragged across. Driver still driving in daze. You hear yourself asking him to stop.

He does.

And you are off the wheel.

Broken glass on the road strewn about. A damaged bike with no rider.

Strange.

You follow a trail of black liquid. It looks like oil. There is so much of it. There is a man lying at the end of the trail. Like a foetus. Could be sleeping. You stand there as people gather, as the driver runs away, as ambulance comes, as he starts convulsing, and watch him being taken away.

The spot looks empty.

His blood pools around to make a shape. Negative space. You’d think it is weird to think of a design concept. If only they could outline the man’s body. Evidence he had been there. Making case for his life.

You know.

Before you hear from the police who call you to take a statement next day, that man is dead. Before you’d hear about his age, where he came from, where he was working, that he had alcohol in his system, that he was speeding and why they need your statement.

The road would carry no mark of the blood. The road would bear no witness of someone being there. People would drive over the ghost of that body next day, not knowing someone was there.

Not knowing you were there, watching, wondering if there was no cab, no crossroads, he would have speeded his way home, slept the alcohol off- come for another day of work in a city he was not familiar with. Wondering if he was sober, he would have avoided the collision. Wondering if you had been late to for your cab, there would have been no collision.

Wondering.

We were there.

2 am. You are a regular hamster with existential crisis. You wait to be dropped home, having conversation about death through your thumb.