Space Age

I am having a headache. More like a migraine on the left back swing of my brain. The part where your skull sinks in subtly.

Haven't had a migraine for years and this is getting almost sickeningly familiar.

Woke up amid a myriad of idols, monsters, shrines, star wars, hangers and abandoned lofts. The chew on the bits and bites of deep fried peanut carbs and prawn wraps didn't help. The feeling of clutter is reaching a new peak.

Clutter - millions of junk plastic, porcelain figurines, plastic bags with unopened playthings, a luggage makeshift wardrobe.

Clutter - open door policy, peering eyes like big brother, swinging trapezes, hungry emotional threats and entrapment mines to avoid.

Clutter - the unbreathable fabric, the rude invasion of the cooking class, chinese serial soaps, the TV with a life source and the drone of the invisible radio playing over the estate.

But today took off to a pretty light start. Light breakkie with light pleasant breeze gliding through the two rooms. I think this is like a hangover. The kind of hang from many nights of supper and epic expectations. Perhaps I laughed too hard last night. Perhaps it's just the many many and I really mean many many things that make walking even a chore. Which shouldn't be a shock to have granny fall and hit her head last night.

There was a bump on the head, as I discovered later. The house was unusually quiet and tense when I got through the door. The kitchen lights were lit and movement was a stand still. A snarl came through the bedroom as I passed on by looking in to discover her sitting in a throne like manner with the walking stick held like a staff to her hand.

"She fell, damn it!"

Why damn me? I got quite jolted out of my beat when it came through. Like as if I was guilty. I had no idea but the remark seemed like I oughta know and should be home for the rescue.

I guess leopards and horses never really change their stripes and hide.

The person that's easier to change is me. To change the way I process all this and decide on an appropriate course of reaction. There was no need for any reaction except to be out of sight while the anxious helplessly try to find a way to deal with the mishap. Soon I was in bed, dozing off in front of my book...

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