Milkshake - and other stories

all the events happen in the space of a pop song.

there is this guy, and he's totally depressed.he has this dream, right. of being this lover, adventurer, the driving on a motorcyclethrough south america, the whole thing.instead he is sitting at this marble table, eating lobster, he's got a great job, a beautiful wife. but that doesnt matter. bcause all he wants is to fight for meaning.happiness is in the doing, right??
so there he was, sitting at the table, when his five year old daughter, get's up ontothe table. now, he knows that she should get back down, because she could get hurt..but she's dancing, to this pop song..in this summer dress.and he looks down, and all of a sudden, he's sixteen. his high school sweetheart, is dropping him off, outside his house, and they'v jus lost their virginity.. and she loves him.and the same song is playing, on the car radio..she gets up onto the car roof, and starts dancing..and now he's worried about her..she's beautiful and her facial expressions look just like his daughters'..u know, maybe that's why he even likes her, it's not like he's remembering anything, not like that, but he's THERE.in both moments SIMULTANEOUSLY. it's like suddenly everything that has happened, that time, is folding into itself, and he knows that time is a lie.that it's all happening,...all the time..that all the moments are all togethe.r...all...happening at the same time...
is life 'better' when u are older.like are things more IMMEDIATE when they happen to u??

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How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

Alexander Pope

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Blessed are the forgetful,
for they get the better even of their blunders.


Nietzsche

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Daydream illusion
Limousine eyelash
oh baby with your pretty face
drop a tear in my wine glass
look at those big eyes
see what you mean to me
sweetcakes and milkshakes
i'm a delusion angel
i'm a fantasy parade
i want you to know what i think
don't want you to guess anymore
you have no idea where i came from
you have no idea where we're going
lodged in life, like branches in the river
flowing downstream
caught in the current
i carry you, you'll carry me
that's how it could be
don't you know me?
don't you know me by now?