I think I'm going to start putting my headphones in again. Fuck my ears. The feeling's worth it, like justifying a spliff or the blotter acid. It's just worth it. It's marionette strings lifting my soul up off the ground. Take a look around without the buzz, no clutter of sound, just soundtrack.
No laughter, no chink of dishes and silverware, no seats, no receipts, no words. It's just mute animation and an unnerving straight train of focus. It takes some getting used to again, this separation with life in the background, background music in the background and only what I want to hear whispering in my ears.
"I'm having trouble breathing in..."
Breath in. Everyone's dancing. They're dancing at the tables, they're talking, they're listening. They're dancing through the crowds with aprons and dishes. Behind the counters they're dancing, behind the bar they're dancing, selling themselves and smiling, flirting with the work day. I dance too, I know the motion.
