Jason looked out the window, and it was raining. A blue bird sat on a tree and he stared long and went back in, feeling a shiver of momentary disquiet running in him. Just then the kettle whistled. The aroma of coffee was soothing.
A lizard ran up the ceiling. It was a good omen, he thought. It had stuck with him like his only other two companions. His orgonenuts. Wherever he went, they went too. It wasn't easy to miss them.
The last time he recalled them fondly, they were on quite an adventure. Jason had tapped on both of them, and pulled them closer in that urgency his orgonenuts were used to anticipating. This time too, would be a quick reckoning, they thought. And they were right. One for all, and all for one.
Yes, they could always rely on each other. Those days, so vivid… flowed out of him. His memories had a liquid quality to it. It always felt like a deja vu in the now.
He couldn't really tell. Had he seen a pecker there? Or was it here?
Outside, the trees were dripping with dews. The rain had stopped. There was no bird to be seen.
He enjoyed his coffee looking forward to his day.
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"ἐδιζησάμην ἐμεωυτόν." [Heraclitus]
"All that exists is just and unjust and equally justified in both." [Aeschylus, Prometheus]
"The history of everyday is constituted by our habits. ... How have you lived today?" [N.]
*Become clean, my friends.*