Friday 25 May 2007

01:10
YJ's Snack Cafe
18th and Wyandotte
Kansas City Missouri

It was cool. Too cool to be outside with a jacket. The coolness of the weather did not keep the constant whine of sirens in the distance down. Perhaps the weather is not cool enough to keep the criminals from doing their thing. Joe sat out front of the cafe with his trench coat and flask to keep him warm. The music that had been constantly drifting out of the cafe had fallen silent now. The sidewalks were empty. A church bell chimed once. It seemed odd as it wasn't close to any time that a bell should toll -- not the top or the halfway mark of the hour. The absence of music brought a welcome silence -- save for the coffee grinder and the conversation of the people sitting at a table close to him -- two women. The silence was broken as more music was put on the player.

"There are many intellegent people in the world in that they are gifted with intelligence. But wisdom is the practice of that intelligence. There aren't a whole lot of wise people when you think about it. Oh, yeah, there are a lot of wiseguys out there and they will be sure to tell you so. But smart is as smart does. How many good capable intelligent people have you met who can't seem to get it together, or who do stupid things every day?" Joe listened to one of the women go on in this dialogue. What she said seemed reasable.

Thursday 4 May 2007
13:44
YJ's Snack Cafe
18th and Wyandotte
Kansas City Missouri

The cool rain formed natural reflecting pools in the streets. The reflections formed a mirror image city, upside down and deformed but somehow fascinating to Joe, like a parallel world in which the natural laws that bind everything and held it all down had somehow been repealed forming a chaotic and strange new order. Somehow on days like this you natuarally want to feel any ambition to do anything, but yet, you are contented with that. The reflections in the streets, to Joe, are an excellent mirrors to look into and reflect upon life. And like the reflections in the streets, the distortion of time and memory makes everything that has past like a parallel universe -- upside down and distorted, with some things taking on forms bigger and more different than what they really were, and others receeding like small moments and ideas into near non-existence. A lady walked into the coffeeshop from a clothing store next door. Her outfit interrupted Joes meditation. She was wearing a red striped jump suit with white stockings and red lightening striped shoes. A guy from one of the warehouses close by was ordering coffee. He looked her over from head to toe and said "that's a funky outfit." "Yes it is!" the lady stated with sarcasm. The man got his coffee and walked out with a sort of hurt expression on his face. The lady was out soon after him into the wet grey outside, where Joe resumed his gaze out the window and onto the reflecting streets.