A passing thought

It’s peculiar (no, I don’t believe it is really so peculiar) how things may change.


It’s been a long while, weeks?


No, more than weeks; months?


I’m not sure; perchance – I don’t count anymore.


The world used to be at our fingertips,
nothing was out of reach and we were meant to,
(supposedly)
reach out and move towards everything comrades,
more than comrades,
lovers and friends the highest of high respect for one another
and that really, was all.


I saw him the other day.


We spoke about noodles. Awkwardly comfortable.


Microwave noodles that require only a few minutes to cook.


He said that they came with a sauce.


I thought that was lovely.


So I said so.


Then asked, "whatever happened to the toasted cheese sandwiches?"


They were from our time, you see. A mild obsession with the melted cheese and carbohydrate filled goodness that was these sandwiches.


He said there was no time.


Too complicated (too complicated? they were toasted cheese sandwiches..).


So I suppose, that is what happens.


Does everyone choose the simpler alternative? I believe so, we live in a world were efficiency is of the utmost importance and anything else simply deemed obsolete.


But then we begin to make fake promises, promises of words dearly sweet to the ear (of love, hope, trust), but we are no longer innocent. We are guilty of knowledge of the truth of our own lies. We try to fool ourselves, for certainly he’s not fooling me, but I’m comforted, I must allow him that. There is comfort in these lies (though I am disheartened) and thus I can only smile acceptance that this, is just that.