It’s all a Little Routine
Last night’s walk was particularly uneventful. It was just the usual suspects doing their own exercising, with two groups of people walking that I haven’t seen before. There were random litter invading people’s lawns instead of anything attempting to bar my path. Even the sky assumed an easily forgettable posture. A similar theme of routine played on my iPhone, starting with “Nemo” by Nightwish and a few more songs from them, followed by t.A.T.u, Avril Lavigne, 10 Years and Metallica. The routine aspect being there were multiple songs by each of them.
The dull in extrasensory stimuli paved the way for my mind to wander. The neighborhood that is the scenery for much of my walk is populated with houses in the mainland, wood-built style, with half-circle constructs to provide ventilation for the attic. At least the style is reminiscent of the mainland than most other houses I’ve seen around the islands. In any case, those half-circles began to appear like slightly amused cyclopian eyes that would watch my progress. Nothing in the realm of horror, mind you, instead more like a Looney Toons episode. As the wind blew gently down the street, I envisioned cartoon-like tendrils, denoting the wind, frolicking about.
Such is the weirdness that goes on in my head.
