It rains a lot here in Vancouver where I live, but imagine living in the Sudan and looking outside the tent flap and seeing all this sand blowing everywhere, day after day, and saying to your buddys who dropped by and are having a chuff, "I wonder when the sand will stop?"
And because maybe you've all been trapped indoors for too long and everyone's starting to get tent fever, and so little things seem funny, and besides the chuff is primo, one of your buddys says in reply, "Ya, my hour glass has a crack in it and all this sand blowing in sure makes the days longer". And you all chuckle, have a chuff, and go back to staring out the flap at the sand blowing.
"Fuckn sand", says a buddy.
"Good thing we're not using hour glasses anymore," says another buddy, "Somebody by now would have come up with a 'day glass' - 24 hours of sand. A little crack in the glass and soon the room would be full of sand and then you'd have to shovel out today and shovel it out all day long to make room for tomorrow cuz you know for sure tomorrow's comin. And shovelled outside the tent, piles upon piles of yesterdays. And the tomorrows are stored in one of those big cone shaped structures just off the road. And maybe there was a mix up. During a snow storm, the road crews go to the wrong building and all the tomorrows are sprinkled on the highway and where would the future be?"
And you all have a collective deeply contemplative chuff cuz that was a heavy thought. Then, after a gap in time, other buddy says dryly, "I was thinking, I'd hate to be getting a 'tomorrow' in my ass crack."
And you all have a chuckle and a chuff and go back to staring out the flap at the sand blowing and wondering.
And because maybe you've all been trapped indoors for too long and everyone's starting to get tent fever, and so little things seem funny, and besides the chuff is primo, one of your buddys says in reply, "Ya, my hour glass has a crack in it and all this sand blowing in sure makes the days longer". And you all chuckle, have a chuff, and go back to staring out the flap at the sand blowing.
"Fuckn sand", says a buddy.
"Good thing we're not using hour glasses anymore," says another buddy, "Somebody by now would have come up with a 'day glass' - 24 hours of sand. A little crack in the glass and soon the room would be full of sand and then you'd have to shovel out today and shovel it out all day long to make room for tomorrow cuz you know for sure tomorrow's comin. And shovelled outside the tent, piles upon piles of yesterdays. And the tomorrows are stored in one of those big cone shaped structures just off the road. And maybe there was a mix up. During a snow storm, the road crews go to the wrong building and all the tomorrows are sprinkled on the highway and where would the future be?"
And you all have a collective deeply contemplative chuff cuz that was a heavy thought. Then, after a gap in time, other buddy says dryly, "I was thinking, I'd hate to be getting a 'tomorrow' in my ass crack."
And you all have a chuckle and a chuff and go back to staring out the flap at the sand blowing and wondering.
