But I Think The Knife Was...

It had to be. A second's daydreaming and blood was all over the vegies. The body can't live without the mind. Ok Morpheus. You can give it a rest now.

I see the flesh on my finger opened like a can of baked beans, now spilling tomato sauce without end. Band-aids come alive and play hide n' seek. The ironies of the Matrix. How did machines ever figure out how to create irony? Alright alright! I'm leaving...

My mind blinks flashes of first aid course leaflets I threw over my head into the recycle bin, of flicking to sci-fi movies instead of watching ER or Grey's Anatomy, as I picked the bloodsoaked cotton out of my wound left behind from the band-aid I did finally find. No different to a primitive ape picking lice from its own head. That’s all I know! Band-aids are fix-alls! Ok. Phone call. I’m entitled to my phone call.

Half an hour later, I hear the sirens. Mmm…ice-cream…yum…whuh? Oh, hang on – it’s my first-aider at the door. Honey to the rescue!

Another half hour of dramas & she has a neat dressing on her wound. She’s all smiles again. Next time, Joni…I’ll get you next time…signing out for now, Morphie.

"There Is No Spoon"

I love believing in an ultra-alternative theory about human existence and their real purpose of being. That’s why The Matrix really works for me. Watching it for the first time whilst living in Japan was a cool experience that warped my already mysterious surroundings, where I’d roam the busy little streets, a quiet and anonymous figure, and ask, “Do you think that’s Zarusoba you’re eating?”…”Do you think that wall is really there?”

These questions joined the queue of other stirring questions I’d had since I was a child, and try as I did over the past 20 years to get others to empathise with me on ‘why my mind is my mind and every morning I wake up I’m still me, and I have no choice but to be me, and have to live this same life everyday within this same body’, it was merely silenced by weird looks and shrugs. This is not to say I don’t want to be me, cos’ I kinda like it most of the time, but it’s the why question, and more curiously, why not. The Matrix was my first taste of empathy, though answers and my theories were never going to be any closer to materialising. I will choose to ignore the ghetto street clubbing scene that resemble a HipHop MTV in the Reloaded sequel, but it’s the theory and their relentless fight against the matrix that inspires me to not quit my search.

At this moment you must be thinking, Right. They should really consider revising the movie viewers’ code to 'Not Suitable for Schizophrenics'.

Just my thoughts, hey.
p.s. Watched it again last night, and it was so cool! And here I go again *looking suspiciously around me*: “Do you think the laptop in front of you is real?”, “Do you think…”

Apartment as at Today

The next vision materialises. The bedroom - contemporary. minimal. inviting calmness & rest.