Wednesday, February 17, 2010

the pages inside

he walks along the pavement under the grey sky, ignoring the light drizzle, his headphones blaring.
he walks with his his head down, his hands in his pocket, his pace quick.
a normal guy, nothing special to look at.
and thats all people see.

give the man a pen and paper, and he can sketch out pretty much anything, he draws he sketched he doodles. a natural talent, never learnt, God given.
his mind is buzzing with thoughts of drawing ideas...
photo ideas...
video ideas...
he sees places and things and gets new ideas for videos. and then his mind gets to work on how to go about making it.
a list of posters and jobs to produce... suddenly an idea hits and he can visualize one of them, and his mind gets to work on how to make that too.

he steps in a puddle and feels his socks getting wet. his torn shoes are already soaked. his torn jeans are not much better. the black jacket is still mostly dry. the jacket he wears everywhere. he looks over his shoulder as he crosses a road. he looks up and sees an old man bent leaning on a walking stick.

his mind explodes again, with the idea of man's constant war against gravity. details, facts heard ages ago and put aside resurface to the the front of this consciousness as the body of his next piece of writing forms.
the song changes on his ipod and his mind starts following the chord progression and listening to the various instruments and how each of them make up the song.

a backpack is slung on his shoulders. his face is passive and unsmiling.

stories float around in his head, as details of his surrounding are picked up and stored for further use. and "what was wrong with her yesterday? hmm she was fine until he arrived, so something there, and she didnt speak to her as much as usual, so she's involved, and his comment on facebook this morning said that which could mean this and hers was that...." and the brain makes links and assumptions to thing he wasnt picking up consciously.

a normal guy walking to university,
thats all people see.
Ha.

out


6 comments:

Matt said...

He kills me each time with his disregard of upper-case letters.

Simon said...

to be fair, God always is in capital:)

Anonymous said...

I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing

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Bekka G said...

I love this... it's so true!!

Anonymous said...

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