Is that Tuesday?
I think that it's Tuesday.
It feels like Tuesday.
It's Tuesday and I had a To Do List of things to do today.
I gotta fix the minute hand on this watch.
I never find that jacket. Actually, it feels that it has been missing for a while.
Why is it always take me so long to leave the house?
Every time I leave my apartment, I think that the next time I come back it'll be up in flames.
I've walked the same streets, in the same exact order so many times...
It doesn't even feel like I'm walking anymore.
It feels like I'm watching myself walk.
Sometimes I wish I had a video camera to capture my every Monday moment.
That I can watch my past self like some form of time travel.
I wonder what video game she is playing.
I wonder is she plays it at home or only on the subway to kill time.
She just saw me! Pretend you're looking at something else.
Pretend you're looking at something else.
Why is that man staring at me?
Did I shave wrong? Maybe he knows I'm wearing a broken watch?
I can feel everyone's eyes.
They are all thinking of the same thing.
But nobody... Nobody want's to say it.
I should get off.
This isn't my stop, but nobody knows that.
Nobody knows that.
I'm usually terrified of escalators.
After that story about the woman who fell into the void below.
I don't know.
Today is different, I guess.
I need to run more.
But if I suddenly start right now in these clothes, I'd look like a crazy person and nut, a health nut.
I'd like to think that I'm a hypochondriac, but I am too anxious to go to the doctor.
Maybe, I should just get one of those surgical mess instead.
I worry that I worry too much.
I worry that this guy's back is gonna break and I might have to help him to pick up the contents.
I go back and forth between thinking this city is beautiful
or just relatively beautiful.
There is something lingering behind me.
I can feel it.
Nothing!
There's nothing!
Besides this napkin.
Must have fallen out of my pocket.
Is that napkin following me?
The napkin, that I neglected to throw away haunting me for littering?
Is it possible for an inanimate object to have ill intentions?
Terry, Terry, you are loosing it.
Do you want end up like one of those guys and supermarket yelling at loafs of bread?
Oh, no!
Hey, what's up, man?
Another one of those guys that thinks that I look familiar.
You are friends with Catherine, right?
No, I don't know Catherine.
You are that guy from Trade and John's commercials.
No, just Gorton's person.
That's hilarious! Say the line!
It's always the same! Damn, that's crunchy!
Have a nice day!
Just that guy from the fish sticks commercials.
If I knew, it were that one audition that would forever alter the course of my life...
Maybe, I wouldn't have joked about it with glam.
If I could only tell my past self:
"These fish stick commercials would be the defining achievement of my life."
A four-year campaign. For what?
An entire identity sacrificed in order to get people to the frozen food aisle.
That's what I have left!
You can only survive on royalty cheques for so long, until you are no longer royalty.
When I stand somewhere long enough,
I think about all the other people who stood at that exact same place.
To take a moment to reflect or to catch their breath, or maybe they just eat too much.
I should keep walking.
It doesn't matter where, just appear confident to the person behind you.
Is that the guy from the subway?
Does he recognize me too?
He's been shadowing me this entire time!
Turn after turn. Just keep walking for the rest of the day.
He's still there!
One day I'll go to the airport, buy a ticket, pack the baggage...
And that just watch how fully I could disappear
for just a moment.
There is this theory
that if you can focus, if you can concentrate your brain activity with a lot of discipline,
you can transcend in time.
You could re-experience a memory, a place and time, as if they were new.
The same sounds, smells, sights...
The same... The same feeling and then...
Hold on to it.
Forever.
We are playing it over and over again.
I'm looking it up.
Just focus!
I can get there!
I can see her!
What's the point? What's the point of going back if you can't...
If you can't change anything.
He's still there!
What does he want?
I don't know, what he thinks
I know.
Maybe...
Maybe we just inadvertently stumbled upon the same exact path.
The random parameters of the Universe has aligned our courses.
I wonder what's in the box.
Is that my jacket?
Hey!
Excuse me!
It looks like a jacket I've lost months ago.
Nobody has that jacket!
I didn't follow you.
I've probably lost it at the corridor.
It has to be mine!
I bet if I ask him where he got it,
I'll have him cornered.
So, you wanna go grab a cup of coffee?
By the time I set him down, I didn't have the heart to confront him about the jacket or the box.
Why did I take him here?
Maybe, in the back of my mind, I think that I'll see her again.
I remember the scar on her chin.
I remember all the seats were taken.
So I let her sit with me.
We spoke for some time and she asked me if I'd be there tomorrow.
I came back the next day, hoping for another chance encounter her, but she never showed up.
It doesn't matter.
Maybe, time travel isn't how it's have to be.
Maybe, if I could just accept the linear way we travel through time
I could appreciate the president for what it is.
And now, when I think about it...
Today isn't Tuesday.
It's Wednesday.
It's always been Wednesday.
The Irrational Fear of Nothing