Short bursts of "Hey" or "Hi" no longer work the mind. The base of people in which I know has hit the point in where I can no longer feign interest in their presence. Brief passings are often accompanied with the expectation of some sort of meeting beyond the 3 seconds I already allocate to them. In light of this, a new system will be trialled. It's based upon the ever easy word association game. Ahead in the distance, or around a corner, as the inevitable meeting occurs, a word of the moment will greet the soul who crosses my path.
For simplicity, foodstuffs shall start the insanity. A fog of mystique would waft down and around as I leave them wondering, "What? Apples? What the hell does that mean?" providing ammunition for a proper conversation in the future. Unless I hand them croutons, in which case, I don't care.
Friday, 11 May 2001 - 06:43
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