Convenio

And then there are the convenience stores. The ones that are open twenty four hours a day. But if they never shut, how can they tell how many hours there are in their day? Isn't a day supposed to be a closed unit that sees an end? End of days. Like some lame action film.
It's a funny concept. Kind of like an afterdeath. I can't seem to pinpoint how, but it seems about right.

So getting back to the store. Which isn't really important at all. She's standing in line, the head above the clouds thing going on, and then a sudden flash. Of what? This niggling little detail that is arguably reality. I'm not even debating(or arguing), but still. So there's this sudden blindness, and you suddenly think you're seeing. I can't stop laughing at the notion of enlightenment.

Right now, while typing. But at that time, I was blinded, and stricken. Imagine her being swept over by this nausea of an odorless nature, like the consciousness of the chicken burgers trying to engulf my consciousness, or whatever it is that I tend to exist in a state of.

This is confusing, because I can't even decide whether it's a white blindness or a black darkness, or if there's any color involved at all. So you go on and breathe. You breathe and you hold it in. You're holding it in so hard that it goes away, in revulsion. Then it's all fine again. Like this sudden shooting pain in the chest which vanishes so quickly you wonder if it was ever there to begin with. You might light a smoke or try and hold on to a metaphorical railing, and there's this stupid smile. It's not really on your face, but lurks around for a while. It even enacts itself through your fingers, and the gaps between them. It's overwhelming the tiny light of a cigarette, and the smoke carries it to your lungs. They fill up and you're happy now.

You're reminded of what real is, and you're reminded that you never forgot, to begin with. These are pinpricks of shadows, not of light. You're the one with a good reason, here.

So that's how she figures it goes. That's what happens to the feelings you don't feel. They take their sweet revenge, but they're not spiteful, so they leave you in a blissful peace.

A calm full stop.