10 Apr “I remember this”, I think as the movie plays silently.
It´s the fourth movie in the series–7 Steps Out Of Wage Slavery. I remember when we were making it; the laughs, the good times, the moments. It seems like I would stop watching–as I can quote the whole thing–but, something brings me back as I recall the scenes.
Oh man, did I really?
I laugh at the scene where I fall down the stairs as I sneak to the kitchen to grab a 2am sandwich.
This movie is propaganda and banned on Dorinto; it´s hard to come by, but we still get copies; after watching the movie, I have to place it in the trash outside and they come and pick it up in 0.38598 nanoseconds, normally.
It´s been a while since the thoughts, memories, and neurotransmitters were fabricated into this metal object; it´s hard to remember, at times, how it started. I had started writing down my memories for the future to look back; I had read that communicating in multiple languages potentially could alter the effects of the malfunction; so that´s what I tried. It worked, to a point; ultimately, I went ahead with the doctor´s recommendation and was given a more permanent fix to the problem.
These days, I watch this movie–when I can get it. It´s said to look ahead, but I think that it´s important to keep one foot in the past; then with your body in the present, it forms a triangle: the most basic stable shape: three points. If you are able to add another, such as a spouse or friend, willingly, then you have a factor of safety of one; this does not mean that you are perfect, just that if one leg of your chair gives away, you still have the minimum to be ok.
I can´t believe that I did that!
I laugh at the scene where we make the french toast assembly line; #true_story.
“Are you watching this again?”, my wife asks as I turn my head and see her on the stairs.
I look away.
“You have to stop”, she continues, “you can get in a lot of trouble, if they catch you.”
I turn my head back to her.
“This will be the last time.”
I don´t believe myself; I hope it´s true. What can I get, or do, to replace it?
I turn my head to my mountain bike in the corner of the living room: it´s you and I, baby.
I hit stop on the machine; take the DVD out; I put it in a black bag and place it in the garbage in front of our house; the trashmen don´t come in 0.39478 nanoseconds.
In 0.39479 nanoseconds, the trashmen come and take the bag; tomorrow will be different.
I turn around and take a step back towards my house; I guess this is day 0, and that will make it day 1 when I wake up.
I go back in my house; lock the front door; go up the stairs; get in bed; close my eyes; moments later, I´m asleep.
Opening my eyes, the first thing that I can see is that it´s cloudy.
Overcast… sigh… that´s ok…. it will…
Let it go, I think, it´s just a movie.
I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom.
Estoy bien, I tell myself.
I arrive at the job placement office at 10:17am; I enter; add my name to the wait list; go to the coffee machine; 1 cream, 1 sugar; find an open chair and sit down; moments later, my name is called.
“Follow me”, he says as he ushers me into the hallway.
I follow him.
“This is my office”, he says as he opens the door.
I enter and sit down.
“First”, he tells me as he sits down behind his desk and turns on his computer, “what are you looking for and what do you do?”
I pause; what am I supposed to say?
Ok, I think, take a chance.
I lean back in my chair:
“When I am blogging, I write.
When I am with my kids, I parent.
When I am driving, I control myself and the spacevehicle.
When I eat dinner, I am present.
When I watch DVDs, I”
“Excuse me”, he says as he turns his head to me, “you were saying something about watching DVDs?”
I pause; he slides his hand under his desk and hits a button; moments later, a person enters the office.
“We are done here”, he tells me.
“Take him out of here”, he says to the person.
I get up from the chair; I sigh.
“Excuse me”, I say as I turn to leave the office.
“Don´t say anything more”, he replies as he turns his head back to his computer in his office, “I´m not interested.”
The person leads me down the hallway; he opens the front door of the office; I am physically thrown out; I take seven steps and turn around; I could speak my mind?
I turn back around and head to my spacevehicle; let it go.
Moments later, I´m driving the spacevehicle back home; so this is day 1?