Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The world is far more incestuous than we think it is. I get to know of her, through friends. Information which is... unsolicited most of the time, but gratefully accepted all of the time.
I saw her in the car park a few weeks ago, she and her partner were waiting for the valet to fetch the car. I waited awhile to see her. She is still terminally pretty, but there are no pretenses anymore - the world now knows how old she is, and she has a very strong hunch.
It's always the skin; young skin has an oneness of color. Age is like a time veneered artwork, evident in promise but compromised in vigor.
I looked at her; the stunning smile on a face which I knew had once been more beautiful. The poignancy I think lay in the realization of time and age - mine foremost. What my mirror routinely concealed - manifested itself in a dimly lit hotel car park.
I have always admired snakes, the way they shed their skin. Definitive departures and shiny new beginnings. Simple and almost evolutionary. We humans, make heavy weather of it – dry skin, scabs, warts, wrinkles and falling hair. Dross and decaying, dead habit almost.
On the way back home that evening, I pulled out of pigeon holes - all those hurriedly aggrandized memories. The caramelized laughter and the fiery piquant fights.
Stephen Stills, had once said in an interview to 'Rolling Stones' magazine - "There are three things men can do with women : love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature".
To you, I have done all three. Unfortunately, none too successfully.
Labels: Fiction, Moments and Memories
