A hoon; blaring my car horn down the road and become the hushed whispers between kids in the neighbourhood as they walk through school gates.
“Did you hear it as well?”
The boy on the train; offering his seat to the first person who looks like they need it, and become, a piece of gratitude towards society and all its children.
“And he was such a polite young man”
A rascal; making jokes and playing tricks, nigh on cartwheeling down the road and beoming an over the dinner table story between couples as they fill the silence between them with little anecdotes.
“without a care in the world! Like he didn’t even notice me!”
The musician; humming ditties and whistling tunes everywhere i go, becoming an infuriating melody stuck in peoples minds such that it is cursed at, but still repeated.
“GARH, no not aGAIN”
The Gentleman; making conversation with one and all, delighting with facts, deep with opinions, abundant with humour and to become a memory of a most enchanting night out.
“No, see that was most definitely not what he said, he SAID…”
Another human connection: reminding somebody else once again that if our brains are the most important organ in our body, then our sentience is at once the most amazing and isolating of consequences it creates. Becoming, for one moment, a HUMAN human being to one who might have been most terribly, terribly lonely.
“I can’t say, there was just… no i really can’t explain how i’m feeling right now”
I want to be the stories people tell each other, recollections of a strange quirk of the day, a representation of a different time where things were much less the same. I want to live on, as another memory in the collective consciousness of the world. An impression. My impression.
* ♫ The very best, like no one ever was ♪ to catch them was my real test, to train them is my cause ♪