As I’m typing this I’m sitting in an alley behind a dumpster. The sky is a crisp, clean blue which strikes a sharp contrast to the power lines and brick walls. A few other things set the scene- half eaten sandwich turning to liquid in a ziplock bag. A lottery ticket- used and tossed aside, chosen to be a loser like billions of others. An empty Cup-o-Noodles resting in the grass for bugs to play in. The glint of cellophane bits here and there reminding me how broken this whole reality truly has is and always has been.
Tires grind across gravel and engines rev in the street, begging me to stop this pointless train of thought. I’ve had it before enough times to know that, myself. So I ignore them.
Why do we continue? My persona has become fogged through countless attempts to answer that question. Time and time again, I come up empty and grinning.
Is it love? Is it money? Is it power?
Ask the lottery ticket why it was made, and it will tell you; to be scratched. The sandwich will tell you life is about decomposition. The engines will say it’s about the drive, the explosive bursts of speed. The The Cup-O-Noodles will say it’s all about perspective.
Thank you for this song. It very well describes the feeling of persistence near the end of a long struggle. I like how it seems like it’s over many times, but then manages to wrench itself back to life for another go. A beautiful work.