#floorties

i often wonder, my dear, how simple the world might have been if everybody bowed to each other as we passed by.

i suppose that would make it a little like 90s japan, but appearances can't be helped. just imagine; you're cycling down the road on a little red bicycle, with your arms to the wind, and everyone bows down to you as you pass.

of course, if you happen to stop because the drizzle is turning into the faintest inklings of rain (and it's cascading down your top which is white and therefore turning a sodden clearish fabric) then you'll have to bow to everyone who's come crowding to see the cyclist cycling against the flow of traffic

without a care in the world.

but the sun came out - look -

so it's time to cycle off again, and bask in the glow of everyone bowing to you, until you're safe, at home, and on the news, where the cameraman took a brief peek at the floor before showing you, your hair on fire by the sun, arms spread out like the posing poseur eagle pursuer, legs a blur, feet a blur, cycling madly down the hills and streets.

(somewhere in their heart, everyone will claim you monarch, too.) (butterfly, vain that you are.)

there's always beautiful drawings on the floor. there are weird people after all, who spend more time looking at the floor than up at the world. but no one castigates them for it. after all - everyone has experimental phases, right? (but of course there's a little discrimination, a little prejudice. it can't be helped. people who like to stare down are just born that way. unnatural. witchcraft. floorties.)