Banal. Super!

I would like to write something interesting, something sad or happy, funny or tedious, pseudo intellectual or stupid, but everything I can tell you – is just solid banalities, ordinary details of my ordinary life. And yet, isn’t our life a series of invisible to the eye, or obvious, pleasant (and oh so not) banalities?

We are fragile and helpless.

We can only live out one more day in the suffocating city of stone, which we love and hate at the same time. All we need is something like a smile casually thrown by a passerby, a cold piece of watermelon, or a favorite song on the radio while we ride in a taxi. This is so trite, tongue-tied, but so damn nice and sweet to the heart.

And we are alone and abandoned.

We are waiting for some miracle. We want to be found, heard. We set hundreds of lighthouses on Facebook, put in our favorite music Radiohead, and we look for soul mates. We want to be understood. Loved. All of this is so sickeningly hackneyed and vulgar. But do you not reach the top of the world, when the salt of a kiss remains on the lips? Does not a soul make it to heaven when the body jolted from the electrical discharge arising out of the unity of the two loving people?

Banal. Super!