miércoles, 27 de abril de 2011

Another hot day

It’s another hot day. The air conditioner is not working. I am stuck rolling down the window to catch anything that resembles a breeze. I am stuck driving to somewhere. A driver cuts me off and I am pissed. What the hell is the other driver thinking? Obviously the driver wants to get ahead. My inner voice calms me down and I think better of the situation. I conclude that I shouldn’t take it too personally; the driver does not consciously want to get ahead of me. I am nothing in this situation. The driver wants to get ahead of anything regardless of gender, political affiliation or form. I could be a monkey riding a rhinoceros for all the other driver cares. Who’s first?

The driver doesn’t go too far. There’s a red light in front of us. I am waiting second in line. It’s still damn hot. This type of high temperature turns bad decisions to easy decisions easily. And it happens: a fiery blast burns the sky turning everything into a hue of pink and orange. When the shapeless fire hits the ground it makes a goddamn big sound and I was scared out of my mind. I am sure I wasn’t alone as all the cars around me started honking wildly. We were hopeless optimists. Did we think we could control what we have just seen with the rapid tap of the horn?

After a few minutes of not knowing what to do, I fumbled with my seatbelt and got out of the car. Besides seeing the back of the head of the driver who cut me off, I saw the recently made hole that engulfed the entirety of the street ahead of me. There was no going around it. I had to push the driver who cut me off into the fiery and smoke-filled hole. I ran and pushed the other driver who resisted in vain. Why are you doing this? I responded screaming, “It’s hot, the air conditioner doesn’t work and this doesn’t make any sense! It’s all your fault!” The chorus of the car horns never stopped as I walked back to my house.

sábado, 12 de marzo de 2011

When?

Why are we here?
Is it to be frightened
and to say a what would you do
To wait until the next disaster howls
Until there's not much to do?