Musical Chairs
Musical Chairs I've been struggling with my own significance for the whole day. 11:11 when I checked my phone, angel numbers, everything is in perfect alignment. I know the ego is a fabrication of the mind. A dirty trick that makes me believe I matter. How many people would miss me if everything turned to black? Who will remember me? What legacy did I leave behind? Nothing, I don't exist. 4:44 time to prepare for the theatre, Musical Chairs is on. I get to Sandton, almost On the square, the Gautrain station in sight, then out of nowhere, with a lot of speed, from a corner, a car approaches me, I duck but it connects and hits my left leg, shook but I regain my balance, it's not bad and I don't fall but it hurts. I look in the distance thinking it's a hit and run but the driver reverses. White guy, white Hyandai, in a hurry, he wasn't paying attention. I am relieved, at least he has some humanity. It's awkward for him, he doesn't know what to ...