6.
The End is Loose
Well, I guess this is it.
You made it all the way up here,
to the beginning.
You should have a sit now, you must feel tired.
I find it very difficult to move around this place, with all these ups and downs.
So many things to notice,
so many things happening,
moving,
turning,
flipping,
melting.
So many to look for, to wait for.
Sometimes it can really affect you.
I say this based on my own experience
As every time I go inside that elevator,
I get nauseous.
But I keep going,
because someone needs to finish this project.
There’s the expectation, the pressure, inflating.
The shareholders,
the screen holders,
the empty tape dispensers.
And cleaning the mess.
For a while, I was obsessed with the old saying:
“When life gives you tape, you gotta stick all those pieces together”.
Life gave me a piece of scotch tape
and then I fell and never saw it again.
But other than that time, I always had to buy it,
and never thought of it as something so compelling.
But as you know, sometimes the material fools you.
The packaging fools you,
the instructions,
the description,
the rating,
the bubble wrapping.
Since I’m here, I’ve learned that sometimes boxes arrive with everything loose inside. When that happens, I have to send them back, and usually it’s easier if I just do it myself.
So I take the car and drive all the way there, to the complaints division, fill out a form, and they give me a new box.
Now, the first time I walked into that room, I had a strange feeling in my feet, and I looked around, and everyone was also looking at their feet,
walking, in slow motion.
The whole floor was sticky on purpose. And the shoes were sticking to it.
Every time I leave that room, I need to walk for a while until that stickiness goes away. Which is not very convenient, but,
oh well.
I’m used to it by now.