SWARTHOS

Today was one of those days. You know the kind – the kind that doesn’t offer up any real inspiration. The sky was a dusky blue, and there was a slight warm breeze carrying the sweet scent of California in through my open window. The fronds of the palms trees were moving easily as if they had been choreographed for some mid-90s LA noir movie – and so I decided to capture the moment.

Enter my most prized (and inexpensive) piece of tech: the cheap-ass Vivitar 503HD, dropped multiple times and now held together with hot-glue and scraps of metal. No worry, after all I purchased it for a mere $20 on eBay. You can buy almost anything online these days – I’ve even seen a man’s soul listed for sale. I passed on the opportunity to buy a soul (‘no need,’ I told myself) as well as another that offered a contract for ‘one complete ass-kicking’ (‘I get enough of those every day,’ I reasoned).

Golden sunlight was reflecting against the pale wall beside me, and so I whipped out my trusty Vivitar and starting recording. But then the sun eventually set, and the moment was gone.

Tomorrow it will start again. Maybe this time I’ll find something of meaning – something I can keep. Until then, I’m just one of many, left to drift through life’s vastness and the grand scheme of things.

Peace out.