Levers and Pulleys

I have been thinking about coincidences. And not in the theological sense, where questions as to how an all-knowing deity could allow us room for things such as coincidence and free will, questions that are unanswerable and at a level almost blasphemous to be asking in an (online journal)--although that might have been something of a spark.

What I am thinking of is how our bodies move. We awake, we lift ourselves up and set ourselves off to spin, swirling around one another throughout our every day. We might choose obliviousness to some and attend others. But what is this choice; or, is it choice?

There has been an instance several years ago where I sat in the same room as another, probably even whisked directly past each other, but was entirely unaware of that person. But only at that time, for that whisking, that swirling, eventually spins you right back through a pair of doors to a position where, odd--you do interact.

There is this dance we play out during the day with others, and it might be best to welcome them to your dance floor, rather than stiffen at their stepping on your toes.

A tangle of mysterious prejudices.

We stumble into our homes in a humbled haze late at night and in despair cut off our hair. We want a new outlook through a new body.

We finish and look upon ourselves in the glass. We nod, approve, but we only see a half. Another appears behind and fixes the parts we can not see. This one sees it all, trims to form, approves. A friend will have our back.

"brightness falls from the air"

It is late in the evening. I am sitting in my orange coloured room after a day of motionlessness and contemplation. What I am wondering at this small moment is about what makes people happiest. The borders in this house are thin, so I am listening to a group of friends playing Jenga in my kitchen overhead.

Last night I was upstairs with my friends in my roommate's purple room and, though having such a desire to write, could think of nothing existing of which to write about.

Right now, however, I listen to my friends and know, of course, that having these people I care about is quite a brightness. But it is odd, I think, to not have this at the front of a person's mind when surrounded by them and to instead realize this only when separated and sitting in a dim and empty room.