Sunday, May 01, 2005

the colour white

Six days ago it was my birthday, and yesterday we went out to celebrate. Six minus one is five, and five times four is twenty. Twenty times three hundred sixty five and a quarter, is seven thousand three hundred and five. Seven thousand three hundred and five plus six is seven thousand three hundred and eleven. I am seven thousand three hundred and eleven days old today.

Seven three one one.

Thus we have created a seemingly meaningless set of four numbers that in actuality sums up the entirety of my life until this point.

But you wouldn’t know that without reading the paragraph above.

You would just see numbers.

How much do you want to see?

How bad do you want to see it?

What if I told you it was a hundred mile an hour race down a one-way street going the wrong way?

What if I said that this rabbit hole has no bottom, and no other side?

Would you still care to join me?