I get a phone call from my potential employer. What about meeting this week she says.
And I stare at the phone. It's black and old. It used to be reliable but not anymore. I can't hear the people I'm talking to anymore. Maybe it loves me. It knows that there's no point in listening to all these people so it sabotages me.
White noise. Dark humour. Grey life.
Same ol' same ol'.
Well? she goes. I still dont know what to say. Friday? This Friday? This week? By the way... are you talking to me? How do you know I'm not some guy living in another dimension who pretends to be me but he's not? Same smile, same words and even the same silence.
The Capgras syndrome bitch. Choke on it. Google it, you fucking ignorant.
I'm staring at a white graffiti drawn on a white wall.
I know it's there, I almost feel its originators, but it's impossible to see it.
Just like my love for the girl I used to love.
Don't be fooled. I nod and smile and fuck your ass like a horde of Moors. Your kids will bear my faulty features and look like zebras.
Half past midnight and I get pulled over by the pigs. Licence and registration one of them goes blankly. I give it to him, even blankier.
You should have had your technical revision done, he goes. A year ago. I'll suspend your registration and give you 9 to 20 points.
I stare at him and he stares back at me, making me see my own stare in his eyes. Sure, okay, I go.
You don't understand what I'm saying, do you? the copper says.
I smile dumbly I presume. Not really, I say.
And he was right.
I don't have a clue what the fuck is going on.
