The calm city poet is at it again.
While playing chess, as much as I can concentrate and block out outside noises, there is an inside noise now. This filtered through from the outside.
The noise of the splashings of the men swimming in the stream of life below.
It’s a lovely view from here, but a bit scary. I do not think it’s because of the height. I have sat over the roof-edge of our three-storey building at home once or twice. Now, I am only leaning on the balcony of the third -of five floors.
I am not one for the spotlight, I guess. I feel naked out here. I feel everyone is looking at me all at once, from the commercial van drivers to that young man-in-red pushing a car in the middle of the busy road. I feel like I am going to faint anytime. I feel like my phone is going to drop from my very cautious fingers. I feel like I am on the top of the world. (And not in a euphoric way this time.)
They don’t know what I am doing here. Many cannot even see me. Ignore my earlier anxious whining. They actually are NOT looking up. I am conspicuous here, but they don’t see me; and it’s only evening.
I know there are always the active and busy elements in this stream below me. Let me sample the idle ones. They should be able to consider their environment more accurately. For all they know, I could be a sniper with a gun aimed at anyone of them. And they would have absolutely no idea!
See the trio. Sitting on a bench are these young relaxed men. For a moment there, I thought THAT one was looking up at me. Then I see the lady who got his attention. They are the “scopists” I encountered in the “paraders and viewers” episode of this series.
I see! None appears to be indulging in any social vice. Wish I could climb higher and see more-secure spots.
I can see some houses in a distance. Some of the windows are open and the curtains drawn aside, but I can’t see what’s happening in the rooms.
Hope I won’t be sued for privacy infringement. Well, if you can’t sue a frotteur who masturbates rubbing against an unsuspecting lady at a busy station, then why and how would you sue a pair of innocent eyes who are gifted with insight and farsight! (NB: I am not longsighted on lenses!) I am just a curious observer, with my raffia-woven hat on, my gourd of palmwine by my side, lounging under my white shed; and observing the lives of men swimming in the stream of life flowing by me.
I have seen many seemingly idle ones, and none just seems to have noticed me.
How shortsighted we are!
Sometimes events happen around us, and we don’t even take notice. We don’t read our immediate environments well. We are blind to things happening in the society. We are oblivious to the lives of those dear to us. And we are completely ignorant of the unseen world which beats very loudly beneath the very thin ribcage of this world. A body that has been worn out and gaunt; by the effects of decadence, and times and seasons gone by in this world system. So much so, that the pulsation of the supernatural is so evident.
And even funnier is the fact that we are totally unaware of the next second (time) ahead of us!
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