As soon as I tune into the sound of ‘Room 23’ by Shpongle, the wall starts moving to the music with the cracks smoothing out and moments later reappearing as freshly inched lines all across the wall. Alternating between the two states, the wall becomes an ocean of yellow that’s flowing to the music.
Right at the far corner, my eyes are now transfixed on a drop of wax that might have been at the same spot since the last time the wall got painted. The drop immediately gets soaked back into its point of origination and starts pulsating to the music. The drop then goes on to slide down the wall to its current location and is full of life.
This was quickly wiped off as a half baked thought as no car ever appeared. The building across the road has some light coming from every point, the architecture agreed in an angle. As soon as I look up to the building, the water tank on the top presents me with a portrait of a lady who looked strangely Victorian. The portrait was a classic image of a lady, possibly a helper at home, a bat woman.
Half an hour later I was on the floor, sitting in the lobby starting to sink my teeth into molten cheese sitting pretty on a bed of tomato sauce and toppings. The plateau of the pepperoni slices were adorned with flakes of chili, made prettier by a dust of oregano- the pizza was ready to be relished.
A slice later, my senses came back to me with my stomach egging me on to dig my teeth into another slice. Right then was when I saw the unopened box of garlic bread sticks that felt like begging to me to be digested. I open the box and tear open the extra cheese along with. Dipping the breadsticks into the cheese, my taste buds were ecstatic with so much flavor oozing from every bite. Once the pizza was sitting pretty in my stomach, it was time for a smoke. But then again, as the moment would have it, a joint was lit and the cigarette was left untouched.
The 3 layers seemed like a movie with so many unnoticed elements in the image springing to life.
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Sitting in the park, we both lit up individual cigarettes and took a walk around. As soon as I looked up, the trees formed faces that did not look comfortingly accepting. As soon as the thoughts manifested into the leaves, I only heard the word ‘friends’ reverberating in my head. The sound went on to drown out the visuals and immediately, the trees had smiling faces all over. I could see the bushes move and the trees become mammoth sized friends who were surrounding us as this one big universal family I could only visit in this world.
To sum it up, I guess all this might only be incoherent to you but let me give you a frame of reference to guide your way in. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdE8_xQzUxo