I was visiting a friend who does a lot of gondeh goozi and poz and always likes to pretend he knows (and owns) everything. So he had bought this weird looking painting that I thought was horrible and had hung it on the wall and asked me what I thought about it. Just to mess with him I decided to make up some nonsense and said, "Someone with your artistic sense should know that the horizontal striations of the painting is totally at odds with the representational tonality of the fireplace and thus nullifies the vertical extension and harmonious solidity of the chandelier." The proper response would have been to ask me what the hell does that even mean as it meant absolutely nothing but being the person that he is he simply nodded and said "Oh, so you noticed that too?"
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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