fool for now.

I turn to my left and walk around the row of double-load washers. Take the Fonz-looking, groovy-looking stool: shiny metal and leather top, take a seat on the thing if find myself most on: my rump , and admire the armies laundry fluffily drying in front of me.
AMC is playing silent movies on the tiny television set in mute. How ironic. It's that funny man with the really dark, short mustache (that always reminded me of the pictures I had seen of Adolf Hitler. How sad.). He is silly, yet sad.
I grab a national geographic and start to read about the human brain. How educated. It says we only use ten percent of our brains. I doubt that. I use far less than that ninety percent of the time. I look at the infrared diagrams and see the corresponding parts of the brain to thoughts and actions. I wonder. I wonder, how could I make myself use more of my brain? Not quite feasible to be done. You can't just make yourself be smarter. I want to be a C.S.Lewis-- an entrepenuer of thoughts.

Not today.

I'll just be a fool.
A boy who takes his visions of people shooting up heroin, a man cursing out a woman in the worst excuse for a building that I ever did witness, a man who is too dirty to even eat in a soup kitchen, a lady missing shoes, and a group full of white people witnessing all these people for the first,
then tries to make connections with visuals of kindergarten family trees so that I can make a grain of sense in this ocean of a thing called God's children.
I'll just be a fool.

For now.

shalom.