on monday he goes to work. he whistles on his way to the jingle of the keys in his pocket. as usual he greets his colleagues at the elevator. today, he thought , he find these commsumate fools strangely more endearing. he is thinking of something they don't know or have no access to. a world that exists beyond the arid office. to which he feels insulated by this secret knowledge. it is a breeze to lunchtime. he finds himself in the company of mice and men again. that in honest truth, he makes no effort to avoid. sometimes, he even appears to be basking in their attention. without insuferable nimcompoops, you would not discern sufferable ones. he is still thinking about his promised lunchbox when he realizes that it has a metacognitive effect. it is no freudian slip. he is aware that it might have been an intentional attempt to bridge his physical world with his interior monologue, a lapse between reality and surreality. experience and imagination. with all the trappings of desiring an ethereal thing that could or should never be converted to something tangible. it is not physical. he has said it, "i would like to have udon''. the bento is aphysical. perhaps not even one of his lunchmates heard. they do not have to be interested. the udon would be in the bento that his petite amie would prepare for him. not because it is the only dish she knows how to cook, he is hopeful. it is the knowledge that he could be happier. the knowledge of being able to see another world that exist beyond obligations and duties. even if that knowledge does not serve as an option. options are annihilations of something safe when you've reached a cetain age and acquired certain asserts and cynism. between work and home, he oscillated between content and discontent. he could be happier. he knows. it is enough to know and somtimes it is not enough to know at all. the bento is not an object. it is not a promise. it is an objectified vision of your discontent and desire.
he hates it when she goes into theoricizing and the conditioning of human psyches
Friday, March 16, 2007
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