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Me, Conjurer
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Me, Conjurer |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada 
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He sat alone, inside his own bubble of quiet, indifferent to the scurrying sounds, the muted bustle of people huddled around their departure gates. I thought him rather overdressed for the weather looking busy with something I couldn't see what, reminding me of a madman who couldn't remember his own fantasies, Watching him idly felt like invading his privacy but I had nothing else to do or too bored to walk away. I could think of a thousand rationalizations why I continued to do nothing but watch him with my eyes closed, forcing myself to appear unconcerned. If someone was watching me, I must have seemed conspicuous in my concentration perhaps emanating an air of mystery. I would not expect this observer, if any, to know I was trying to unveil the stranger in my mind like a conjurer on stage. Because I was watching him without seeming to be obvious about it, I felt everyone else was watching me too. Suspicion is contagious. If someone on the street is looking somewhere up - the sky, a building, whatever is up there, anyone who sees him would feel compelled to look up too - nobody wants to miss being part of something happening. What if a fire is starting on the top floor of a building? What if someone on the rooftop wants to jump down - worse, what if a helicopter is raining dollar bills, can you just walk around nonchalantly not wishing to catch a handful of free wealth for yourself. I open my eyes surreptitiously so as to catch someone who might be watching me too. But no, everyone was merely absorbed and lost in their own worlds, waiting for the call to board a plane. I was safe, drifting into mystic time, immobile but alert, hiding in my own capsule, in plain sight. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . The world is a bubble and we live in bubbles inside that very large bubble. Bubble are fraught with inter sanctum turmoil and even true happiness can be found at times. It appears that the man you were watching was inside his happiness bubble, bothering no one, and looking busy with something you couldn't tell what. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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