I am friends with the coaster and all things capable of soaking.

Walking the streets with the confidence of having lived a thousand lives, I burst compassion. Knowing where you have been, that situations are temporary but change is eternal. I swoop over your table, take up all the conversations, the bits of beer that were spilled while you ecstatically retold a story.

I soaked it up, wet with the beer and the story.

Taking and giving back, I am merely a catalysts for your enthusiasm. I clean up after messy bits, don’t you worry. You wonder what I am to you? I do wonder that sometimes myself.

I am the sponge, I travel the world, full of cavities and holes, ready to soak up experiences, stories, sadness and happy bits.

I am big and yellow, why don’t you squeeze me?

Let’s see what comes out.

Did you get all of the messages I almost sent you?

While technology involuntarily closed down my shop, I was whimpering and wallowing throughout. I wished to be close again, to be one, all connected with you. Yet I strayed.

I was wondering what my big wish was at the time of being isolated, without a channel in which to utter weird wisdom to. What’s your biggest wish?

There’s no need to confess anything, don’t worry. Your desires are safe and sound in the confines of your mind. They only come out when it is dark and you are trying to slumber.

I oftentimes wish for things, larger and smaller. Things I can’t change and things I can. I wish for people to be different only to find out that indeed, some just won’t change. I wish for egoistic things, I wish to become a philanthropist. I wish for this weekly state to make sense, does it?

While dear old Papa was somewhere lost in between the lines of code, even less physical than the usual metaphysical form, I was listening to you. I tried, truly. But from a distance all I can do is lip-read. What does a stiff upper lip mean? I see you all hanging on despite wishing for change. Respect.

What’s my final wish for this week, the end of it, the Sunday, the moment you read my words right now? I wish for just a moment that you and me can be wishless. Just for a moment, free of being pulled.

The ultimate weapon to longing, to desire. A state of nothingness, close to the empty space of Nirvana. And if you feel like it, just think about one thing you are grateful for.

I am grateful to be back, in my stall. Rematerialised and in this second, without another wish.

Om.

A digital barrier to my food stall, sabotage?

While all good forces are employed to fix the alley to my delicious dishes, I am patiently roaming the sky.

I am in between worlds, somewhere at 30,000 feet. Big metal tubes full of people are passing me by.

Glorious moment since writing these few lines in utter despair to be separated from you, my dear reader. Further, I was disconnected from my food stall, the things that gives reason to so many outbursts and in the end, gives reason to my existence.

But don’t you worry. I am working on the analog menu, something to behold. For you, to hold in your hand. Fondly, hopefully, to remember our time together.

I missed you.

You got a minute?

This is not a threat. Although what follows after this question usually does not entail the best of news. While I chew on some thoughts I am once again pondering my favorite concept – time.

The Bretton-Woods system that truly is the gold standard, the currency that is the only constant. Hardly ever inflated. Don’t trust the capitalists and the propaganda of accumulating paper with numbers on it.

True currency is time. While I have the luxury of not participating in this system as a metaphysical observer, I nonetheless cannot escape the concept. I am not moving within time, I am still ruled by it. And these weeks, I am also paying.

All the good things in life only get better with time. Cheese gets older, deeper in flavour. People become mature, experienced and ideally wiser (if you are lucky). I guess this is the gift of reflection.

What would happen if we could skip the line, just like we do in the capitalist world? What if we could pay instantly to become moldy? To become mature? To be as ripe as a good cheddar, spitting knowledge left and right? A sad world, no ups and downs, tragedy and happiness, obliterated. Boring, cheap.

Romance and passion, blown to dust. No anticipation, no waiting for the resolution of a frustrating situation. Becoming friends with your suffering can be relieving, fulfilment of your wishes in the darkest hour, godly.

These weeks, I am paying. Not to skip the line, but to get that sweet experience, the resolution, perhaps even wisdom. I pay with time, I can feel it. What I am investing in, I don’t even know yet. But surely enough, I’ve been spending time, pondering, wondering how and why. It’s been a while.

So, got a minute for me?