Back in the beautiful city of Chicago, and so the madness begins again - this time for 3.5 weeks (25 days), across eleven states, 2 canadian provinces and 4,500 miles.
A drunkard, lost, hopeless, grinning, sits beside me as if I sit beside myself. Slurring words, drooling, drinking blue bottled beverages, he slurs his words as he rambles on about conflicts of the globe, from the middle east to the hood, and the human spirit. He needs no more than to understand, and he already does. Who am I but the student, and him the teachers assistant. He speaks of saving dogs who where hit by cars, carrying them in grocery carts from McKellips and Scottsdale road to Mill and University. Just him and a dying dog, while others laugh and neglect them. Waiting for humane society at 3am, lost but found. The train arrives, we both enter, comrades in an uphill battle of the human spirit. Momentarily he will cease to be by my side, the controllers will arrive and once again vanquish of him. Clear the space, reestablish the void, thus maintaining the façade, as the interior decays. The train continues on down the long hallway to where we’re all heading, and him, that man, that drooling, grinning beautiful man, who accepts me for who i am, a voice to speak to, while condescending smiles from souls clothed in linen laugh at me, at us. Down that long hallway, around the corner, and to the end we all go, and he and me, perceived fools in a foolish society have a VIP pass there, my comrade in the uphill battle. As he leaves he turns to me and says:
"The world is full of liar’s, whoever told you life is pretty and perfect, was lying to your face. Life is cruel, harsh and beautiful. But don’t have too much sorrow now kid."
He winks and walks off into the surrounding hot arizona desert.
People always say the same thing. They say “You don’t have to do this.”
Gilles Deleuze & Félix Guattari, Anti-Oedipus