the Looming Past
September 5th 2008 13:01
He imagined that she stood before him but he had no way of determining whether or not she was there in reality. Any sense of what was real had melted away under the vitriolic neon glare of the road house. He had rehearsed what he would say, yet in her presence was struck as dumb as the lizards that haunted the encroaching desert.
What was there to say anyway? Everything had been reiterated beyond meaning, chewed over like the gristly flesh that lay on his plate like road kill. His translucent personality shimmered in the plastic atmosphere of the dining room and he tired to focus on the task at hand. The Lovetrucker stared at the looming past.
It all kept repeating, like the freezing winds that shrieked across the empty tundra each morning, becoming the scorching blast of midday heat and finally expired, as the day died of thirst. He could neither abandon her, nor accept her mnemonic presence in his life. Together, he walked alone to the Lovetruck to begin the eternal journey from the present to the past.
What was there to say anyway? Everything had been reiterated beyond meaning, chewed over like the gristly flesh that lay on his plate like road kill. His translucent personality shimmered in the plastic atmosphere of the dining room and he tired to focus on the task at hand. The Lovetrucker stared at the looming past.
It all kept repeating, like the freezing winds that shrieked across the empty tundra each morning, becoming the scorching blast of midday heat and finally expired, as the day died of thirst. He could neither abandon her, nor accept her mnemonic presence in his life. Together, he walked alone to the Lovetruck to begin the eternal journey from the present to the past.
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