Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

examination

Clickety clack lickety spit. Are you broken? Let us fix it.

Poking, prodding, pushing, umming, aahing. The receptionist will see you now. The nurse will see you now. The senior nurse will see you now. The doctor will see you now. Please wait here. Please book an appointment. Please wait here. Do you come here often? Please wait here. Please do not move. Please do not use your mobile phone. Please do not breathe in the stink of incineration, incarceration, sterility and festering fusty illness languishing lithely on a trolleybed in a comatose state in the coridoor. Please do not. Please. Thank you.

Papers and printouts, pictures and lectures and transfers and ideas and no-one seems to really know what is how is why is therefore is. Commodity. Traffic. Get them in, get them out as soon as you can. Please wash your hands now.

The causes for concern are stammered out as mechanically as a typewriter, met with smarting glances and indifferent interruptions of streams of information. Stop your ancient words, stop your explanatory ways, we do not need to know. The typewriter has no place in our digital enclave of instant information. Keyboards have moved on a bit since then you should try and update yours it looks a bit worn out maybe we should send you to another department instead here’s your form just cross the line forever oh hang on perhaps not today perhaps later perhaps not even later perhaps whenever.

Wow. That sounds a lot like my daily life. I am moving, moving and running around. When I stop, I hope it’s at the place where I’m at.

Sometimes when I wait and sit to see what’s going on. I seem to just miss it or it’s the right thing to do.

sometimes waiting can be beneficial though.