Monday, July 24, 2006

Tears, Guinness, and Gravy

Gently bobbing in my gravy embrace I realize that it offers scant protection from the wounds that are so often inflicted upon the hearts of living creatures. Do you denizens of the real "not gravy" world also have your protections, your shields, your thick armor that you wrap around your gentle souls, your fragile spirits, your vulnerable hearts? Some sort of hat maybe? Struck silent by the crying shark I slowly raise a fin and place it upon its quivering spongy snout. "Look at me", he says. "A dirty great shark crying his eyes out to a tiny green fish like yourself." "It is alright", I assure him, "I am The Green Fish and I am seeking, among other things, adventure. And you my large friend, are it." He grins broadly and, through a colossal effort of will, I manage not to befoul the gravy around me. My fear subsides quickly in the light of that enormous smile. A smile or a grin in all its forms is a window into the hardest heart. I smile back. "For as long as I have been here I thought I was alone in this vast and pitiless broth," I tell him. "I hear distant voices which only highlight my own sense of alienation. I am glad to have met you Land Shark, for now I am a little less afraid of being alone in this vast place." "I am also glad to have met you Green Fish, but truth be told I was not seeking friends. I was seeking solitude. I was seeking escape. I had given up on the real world and its pettiness, its cruelty, its prejudices. I came here to The Endless Ocean Of Gravy to swim forever alone." I can hardly believe my green fishy ears. "Why?" I ask "Why would you choose such a fate. You, a grand and gregarious piscine fellow who loves the birds (and who doesn't ), who loves a laugh and a pint of a Saturday evening?" "It's true my boy", he answers. "I love nothing more than a night out with a few lads, a few perfect pints of the Black Stuff, a few tender embraces with a lass of virtue true at the corner table of The Horse And Buggery while the band murders of few bars of the songs we used to remember. That being said lad, let my tell you truthfully that sadness and loneliness are often my closest companions." I can hardly believe what I am hearing and he can sense this. "Let me tell you a story my little green friend"....

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Amazing.....on the edge of my seat waiting for what wll happen next!

Yahem said...

Oooh Guinnness, my favourite:D I got your message re posting music on my site. I haven't figured it out yet, but I will, one day soon. I noticed you have music though, mind sharing?:D