A day or 2

Jarvis stepped out the door. Rumbling traffic. Hot sun.

We walked down to the east, looking around. Why, why do I walk down to this shop, so.. miles away? I just get tired as I go. Let's sit awhile by the stream there.
Time passes slow, sitting on a stone.
Sitting on the stone, time passes. When I was over at my brother's place last weekend, I remember. That was fun. A couple of legal intoxication and family love.
What's that guy walking past doing? Chatting to the air... Must be a head-set... Or is he unstable? How could I tell? He could blow up like an A'bomb any second now.
Better get up off the stone... Gonna go live some more. Good distraction... Get some brie, bread. Maybe milk... Some flavoured sparkling water.

Steps into the shop. Bit quiet... Shopkeep looks over. Better casually browse some foodstuffs... What was I gonna get? Brie for a quid? Safe. Now, don't need milk. I can go look in the alcohol section. Couple of those red cans, bitter, and a high percentage brew for good measure...
Shopkeep isn't impressed... Whatever. Maybe one day I'll get one of those porn mags as well. Probably not, don't have the balls, metaphorically, and anyway so much free crap on the internet. Do gotta worry about that stuff though... Wonder how much is consensual... How many of them girls are drugged up... There's always a bunch of pricks ruining it for everyone... Almost always guys too. To be fair, some girls like to ruin things... Manipulate people... But for the most part, they give you a better chance to fight back...
Anyway, got home now. Better sit in the sun a bit with one of them cracked open..

Hey, I'm awake man. Snooze 10mins. Love it. Damn it. Gotto get up as I'm socially obliged to. One rule fits all yeah? Work to survive. Work to survive, get tired, forget the things that are worthwhile in life.Take the pain, grit it. Or don't get things. And don't eat. Sleep out in the cold. Become sedentary. Locked down. Beast tamed, caged with an illusion of freedom. A beast which tamed itself. The hope of freedom is a cage for itself. Whatever you hope to gain, it can't suffice, it can't bring a happiness everlasting. We all chase the wind. In search of the end of the rainbow when the treasure is seeing the rainbow in the first place. But seeing the rainbow, that can't satisfy the hunger, the want, the greed, beaten into us, or just unlocked from within us as babes and homed by practise and new learning. Feed the machine. A cog that hungers to be more, to direct the machine to the place where it can be better. But the creator of the machine is gone or was never and the machine has no purpose. It just churns, faster and faster, eating up itself where there is little and gorging as it runs into valleys of much. Short paradises, followed by burning and ash and anguish (and love and pain and happiness and all things).
Ah fuck, gonna have to wait for the next bus, says 10 mins on me app. Love phones nowadays. How're they gonna get much better than this? Seeing it on my eye/retina or on a screen in my hand, at least I can use it. Tools, man.
Man and his tools. My house is just an assortment of tools, created by craftsmen, then produced, or mass produced.The great co-operation, beaten on us and then lifted on a plate for a majority. Hey, that man has better tools. That one has none. Both get life. Both equal. Will the universe correct all the inequality in the end? Or will it continue indeterminate, with all evolving? A sentient galaxy. Has our galaxy evolved, found a way to beat the competition, through intelligent life which might one day save it from perpetuity in a black hole, beyond the horizon... kept in its cage of time.

My time's up, finished work for the day. Back on to the rat run home. At home I eat, I sleep, I shit, I shower. Sometimes I shave. Rarely I fuck. One day maybe another will live with me again. Then I will fulfill my part, (after trying to fulfill what I wish was my purpose. Be creative. I play instruments, pluck strings in patterns that sensate.) Maybe have a child. Continue the machine, the galaxy evolution. The universal competition. Is it worth it? Well I want to stay in my cage. Freedom is far too daunting to embrace for now. But embrace it we must. From the beginning, eternity beckons. We can;t know it and our embrace becomes an absorption. We are absorbed, it is constant.
Then again. Time may be constant, but also constantly changing. But however or whatever the nature of time it is our constant. One of the set of our cages and our freedom.

I black out. I awake for work. I am tired.

TBC?