The Indifferent Monkey

Endless

The Indifferent Monkey joins us on those lazy summer nights when everyone’s lives shut down and the most pressing concerns are put aside. And so he lounges with us, his friends, on those nightly, street-lit vigils, comfortable on our front-porch thrones and a fistful of popsicles to get us through. The endless passing cars are endless passing lives, and we are the only witness to their passing. Each one has their own story (which we will never know) and each passes by without a glance at us and our dim porch. Crickets sing and cicadas hum, invisible in the lurid orange darkness, and we are the city's secret observers, an island in a sea of concrete and steel. We laugh and hypothesize and whisper our dreams, while all around us Time hurls inexorably onward, deaf to our musings and late for some appointment. But as far as we are concerned, a popsicle never tasted so good, and our separate cares never seemed so far away...

posted by The Indifferent Monkey @ 11:54 PM