Corner shop. At the till.
- Dziękuję! Are you Polish?
- No.
- Where are you from?
- (walking away) I’m Irish. Just because I buy smoked mackerel and cigarettes doesn’t mean I’m Eastern European.
4 minutes are not so difficult to endure. Of course it depends on what shape that endurance takes. And is waiting alleviated or intensified when you know how long it will take? The train driver makes an announcement - “We will be held here briefly to regulate the service. This should take about 4 minutes.” It’s like a call to count, to meditate. 4 minutes of standstill. Immediately time becomes an obstruction. Life – the transition through small measurable goals. “Briefly” he says. Your life is like a vapour. The hairs on your head are all numbered and so is your time.
4 minutes of suffering versus infinite suffering. The former we can comprehend, the latter we can only imagine. 3 days and your body will be resurrected. Jesus understood the scripture well enough to know it – “Destroy this temple and I will rebuild it in 3 days” he said. Surely, that must have been soothing for his suffering? No. With a loud cry he gave up his spirit. Agony cares nothing for the limitations of time.
“Life is a near-death experience” - Kevin Young
Friday the thirteen degrees
- Why didn’t they toast it for you?
- Because you can have it like that.
- … What, like bread carpaccio?
“This water is diluted and that white is not white enough”
