Multitudes
04/04 2023
The sun hit my face when it rose today, as it should. I got up and got ready, and when I left, again another sun there to greet me. They know me so well, just like the moons. The day marched on, and I pretended to focus, while my focus was wholly divided on something else entirely. A strange land of a singular sun which rose and fell across a singular world filled with singular people. They all knew their names; in fact, I'm not so sure there any of them ever had forget theirs.
Toward noon, quietly outside, as I eat my reheated leftovers, the sun, this sun, and I talk about my tax report. He isn't so sure whether or not I could write off a mind lost to the whims of Cannery Row.
Afternoon, my last hope for the world of a thousand dreams contained in the singular. I'm thinking that the rational thing is to get drunk. Not too drunk, just enough for a glance inside the mirrored box.
Another sun sets over urban islands, but this time I am the one looking down. Beside me the living proof of humanity. Curiosity I cannot contain in words, and I tell the sun as much, although he isn't too interested. He and Helios are busy, or so he says. I'm not so sure I believe him. Because, why then is the singular face reflected in the multitudes of suns smiling as it passes the golden gate?