Tuesday, 16 January 2024

Cash? Why? Cause you never know when a coin may save your life........

 


-Are you sure you shouldn't stay the night? my mother
asks anxiously.
-Lorna, leave the boy alone, he's a man now so he
makes his own decisions, my father injects.
-Don't fuss, I say and grab my car keys.
I thank them for the nice meal and tell them
that I'll call in a week.
In my mind I'm already in my car and on the
way home, but in reality I'm walking out
the door waving goodbye and getting in my car.
I place my phone in the cradle, turn on the ignition
and start the long drive home.
Not far down the road a sort of melancholy comes 
over me.  I can't really pinpoint exactly where it
comes from only that recently it seems to show up
every time I leave my folks.
Perhaps it has something to do with that I am becoming
more aware of that they are getting older, more forgetful
and somehow more fragile.
I know that my father wants me to take over the place,
spruce it up a bit and make it into a money-earning business
again but ...... just the sheer thought of doing so makes me want to
hop on the next flight to the other side of the planet.
A deep sigh from the depth of my subconscious escapes
and suddenly I'm overcome by tiredness.
To prevent myself from falling asleep at the wheel
I flick through my lists of music on my mobile
and turn up the volume.
While driving through dark and ominous looking
woods with music blaring and me thumping
the steering wheel along with the beat,
suddenly the mobile dies.
-Hmm, that's odd, I think, but just put it down
to bad reception.
Knowing that I still have another four hours of
driving to do, the phone not working gradually starts
to concern me.
I tap on the screen but it stays dark.
-I probably forgot to charge it, I tell myself
but the phone not working makes me feel
uncomfortable.
Suddenly a horrible thought pushes its way into my
anxious mind.
-What if the car decides to go dark too?
I mean, when was the time when I last charged the car?
I quickly check all the gages on the dashboard and
discover that I am down to my last bit of battery
power.
Ok, this is not good.
What's also not very good, is that I haven't seen any
 lights or even some kind of indication of human activity for
quite some time.
How deep is this forest??
I tap the screen on the phone hoping it will
come back alive by some miracle, but to no
avail.
And then, almost soundlessly, the engine in my car and
all the lights on the dashboard turn off.
Slowly I roll on to the shoulder of the road.
I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with no way
of getting any assistance.
It's so quiet around me that I feel as if I'm the
only human in the world.
Now what?
I close my eyes, lean the seat back, and tell myself:
-Think! Come on, think!!!
My mind is spinning and a million thoughts
flood my consciousness but none of them
useful.
The reality is that I'm sitting in a little cocoon in the middle
of a dark forest with no way of contacting the rest of
the world.
All I can do is to hope that somebody else will show
up and offer me some help, or, wait for the morning
light and then start to walk.
The irony of it all.
Here I am, armed with the latest technology and yet....
I'm totally unable to contact anybody to come and
help me because my mobile doesn't work and there
are no public phones along this stretch of road.
Mind you, even if there was a public phone I could not
use it because I no longer use cash money. I only
use my phone to pay stuff with.
And, even if there was a gas station open at this time
of night, unless it was equipped with an electric car
battery charge station, I still could not pay for the
charge since my phone is dead.
Hmm.
Hope it is.
Might as well try to sleep.
I zip up my jacket, close my eyes and
get as comfortable as I can.
As I am dozing off my last thought is:
''Change your car to a hybrid, always carry a bit of
cash, always keep a fully charged spare phone in 
your glovebox.''


''I wish we would scrutinize our fascination with
technology just a little bit harder sometimes so that we 
don't end up creating problems which we already solved a
long time ago.''
(Citizen Z)


about the image: acrylic on canvas

Wednesday, 3 January 2024

Why can't you be normal! ..........



-Why can't you be like a normal person?
Why do you always have to be so damned deep
and serious all the time?  he asked impatiently.
She thought for a moment and then answered:
-I don't know what it's like to be a normal person, 
I only know what it's like to be me. 
This may make me seem like a singularity rather than a
commonality, yet, all life lived is predominantly experienced 
by each of us individually isn't it?
-Oh, shut up with that deep and probing stuff! he said
and then looked at her with a big grin on his face.
(This is an actual conversation I had in the car one night
when Tommie(my drummer friend) and I were on the
way home from a gig.)

Singularity can mean a lot of different things,
but for the purpose of this blog I am using the
the option(s) that means: singular/unique/one of a kind.
The opposite of singularity is as far as I can ascertain: 
  common/standard/normal etc.


Collectors know that for something to be really
valuable it has to be rare.
Watching ''Antiques Roadshow'' on Telly one afternoon,
in this particular episode they showed a woman
 who had brought with her a little porcelain vase for the
experts to appraise.
When asked where she had bought the little vase the
woman told the expert that she had bought it in a second hand
store for a pound fifty.
-Do you collect porcelain vases? asked the expert.
-Oh, no, I don't. I bought it on impulse one day while 
I was waiting for my bus. 
-And was this in a specialty shop selling porcelain?
-Oh, no, I bought it from a second hand store.
-What made you buy this particular vase?
-I don't know really. It just looked so delicate and beautiful.
-I see, well let me have a little look, said the expert.
The expert put on some soft gloves and then picked up the
little vase to have a close look. 
-Well my dear, I have to commend you on your purchase
because this little vase is one of a very small number of
similar vases made in China during the Yuan Dynasty.
This little beauty was made somewhere between the late
1200's  and early 1300's.
A gasp went through the crowd watching.
-Would you like to know how much it is worth, dear?
-Yes, please.
-This little vase is worth somewhere between 95.000 and
120.000 pound.
On hearing this the crowd burst out in to rapturous applauds and 
cheering. The woman who owned the vase, clutched her
heart and then gently whispered: -Well, I never.

If it impossible for two human beings to have identical/exactly
the same DNA(except for clones) does that not mean that
basically every one of us is a singularity?
And since each of us are unique/one of a kind, ought that
not make each of us priceless?
So why do we seem to find it so difficult to accept
and enjoy each others differences?
Why do we seem to value normal and common more
than ''different''?
Wouldn't it be nice if we could learn to appreciate
each others quirks and differences rather than mock them?

''The world needs psychological singularity, that is
oneness between humans, not some pompous
bio-technological singularity.''
(Abhijit Naskar)



about the image: ''Singularity''
Soft pastel on paper