The man came home. Like many do. Tired of his job. His life. The rent due and a bank account barely. A movie on TV and he watched it without watching. Some old black and white thing about a man who came home to a satchel of money in his bedroom because he had robbed a thief.
Love this one. I feel it. Excellent work.
To say the story is brilliant would be a judgment
To say the protagonist now hides in the folds of my mind would be narcissistic
To say I have a good relationship with death would be a lie
To say I cherish the story more than death could be true
So instead, I will respectfully echo back the phrases that ricochet inside me
Life plus death equals existence
a bank account barely
watched it without watching
come home to the microwave
popcorn in their teeth
death is a living thing too
cuddled death under weathered tombstones
until the clock said bed
the final window that death crawls through
A sign read Psychiatrist. Close enough.
I’m not paying for that
Life didn’t have to have meaning
It only needed to be a little more cherished than death
Para mí escuchar o hablar sobre la vida y la muerte es divertido...en serio! Gracias, fue muy bueno leerlo y me gustó!!
I read this like an essay about the importance of breaking out of the cycles that life likes to pull us into. As I read it, I kept thinking about a news article I read earlier this morning about the U.S. Surgeon General’s new initiative to combat a loneliness epidemic. Anyway, your story-like-an-essay has inspired me to break out of my daily grind and do something different. I’m not sure what that different will be yet. I will report back.
Thank you for the story, Victor. It has impact.