Paradigm
Thinking of you Alex,
this noon, I let the world
pass between
my sips of cappuccino;
How,
you would have disapproved
drinking cappuccino
later in the day.
Perhaps this is -
Exactly at the moment when
you are composing a mail
about how
wonderfully free it feels
to hang by the Bandra fast local.
There is a woman next table
with a man; perhaps early days of
courtship or
an affair. I cant be sure.
She says to him: 8800
isn’t
as user friendly as 8820.
Blackberry obviously.
Perhaps
This is what it is.
Living.
A single template folded
into different unique shapes and
forms.
Infinitely.
You see, He was right.
Bloody Borges.
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