Vague

 It’s all too real. It’s stiflingly real.

 I just want to drift off into vagueness. Vagueness is, like, my superpower. I’m good at vagueness.

I want to vague out. Vague out the universe. Vague out myself. Vague out everything. I’ve had enough of everything.


Vague – that’s the strategy. Vague out – that’s what I do in Organisational Management meetings. That’s what I do when Alan talks to me. Where were you? Alan will ask me. And I’ll say: nowhere. Anywhere but here.


It’s like I’m just bleeding out into nothingness. It’s like I’m evaporating. Can human beings evaporate?

You sound like a stoner.

It’s the afternoon. It’s what afternoons do to me. It’s about taking about God does to me.


Can we smoke something? Do you have anything to smoke? Do you have a stash hidden behind your Angelopoulos DVDs?