Some Light Relief-ESTADIO-style!
Things are getting strained in Intellectual Corner.
There are pictures, photographs, paintings on the walls, off the walls; they don’t stay in one shape, one set of colours, one size. They zoom around the room, passing the thought filled clouds that form and grow, burst into tears and soak the floor beneath that is grass sometimes, laminate, stone, crumbling clay.
Suddenly the tears dry, the sun breaks through as a face, a smile, a raucous laugh fills the space.
This is where I exist, live, survive, thrive…well most of the time;
Beyond the front entrance to this cave or tunnel called ‘Inmahame’ which lies in a treacherous mountain range called ‘Allinmaheid”, wends a street, with entrances to a hundred ‘Inyerhames’ from where weans by the hundred spill out and shout and dance and skip wae ropes, play keepy up and tell each other tales of pictures, photos, clouds, rain and raucous laughter.
And then there is the back of the cave!
No one ventures beyond the impenetrable black almost solid spiked, padlocked, electrified, anti-climb painted barrier that mostly hides the ‘beyond-world’ where we know….just know….are absolutely convinced…lurk and plan and plot the beasts of the night, creatures of Tartarus, mixing in their cauldrons of hate a recipe of terrifying revelations that when served will cause your eyes to drip acid, your pores to boak vomit and your bones, teeth, heart and soul to twist in a silent scream of eternally recurring anguish and pain.
And yet …are we sure? For there are holes; little transient gaps that just occasionally a beam of photons traverse and paint with a smile or frown an even more temporary and incomplete vision of that alter-existence on the wall or the ceiling of our own tunnel.
And then as we stand there, staring at that wall of mystery, we know….are absolutely convinced…..keep us safe, we smile inwardly at our stupidity and turn to go back to the comfort of our own fiefdom; when, with our back to the unbreachable barrier, we hear a ‘clink’ in the gravel. A shiver teases every nerve and we turn to face whatever is challenging us…..and there it lies on the earth, not some other-worldly invader or terror……much, much, much (you get the drift) WORSE………….
Having said all of that, I needed a new wallet so I went across to Argyle St and bought this wan!
Above article gratefully received from ESTADIO