-Sometimes I leave the house, simply because there is the possibility of something happening. When I stay home all day, I realize how mundane inside is, nothing really changes. Tired conversations find their way into each new day. I’ve seen this happen with friends of mine. It’s like they’ve worked out a routine with their families and they have to try it out at least once daily. The same intonations, the same cues and the exact same dialogue. When you’re there, you have this sudden sense that life is cyclical, and it repeats itself more often than we’d like to believe. But when we go outside, that’s where possibility exists.
If I walk down the street, I might bump into someone I’ve never known and yet with a single utterance, he may affect me, my thoughts. Or you never know, there may exist the discovery of that magical moment you’ve been searching for for years now. It’s always a dissappoint when you return home, in the same somber mood that you left the house, or having spoken to no one.
I’m in search of that inciting incident in my life. The one that sets my life back to right side up. That magical moment that is and creates destiny and embodies possibility. Maybe I’ve read too much Marquez, in which the heavens open and take the most lucid among us…no that wouldn’t be me, but to live in a world where that could happen…that’s all I ask for.
I used to go out in search of something magical. In search of something. I think now I simply want a moment of that magic. Whether it be while I sit and drink coffee, browse through the film section at barnes, or simply while I walk down the cold street unrecognized. I just want a little bit of that magical realism.
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