A pig’s life usually consists of a small collection of events, the last of which decisively changes the meaning of the whole. This is because the events in a pig’s life are arranged in an order that is not chronological but rather corresponds to a proportion and provision.
In early September I started to hear people whispering about the return of PSL’s – Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Speaking in hushed reverence, they praised the beginning of another season of the reign of ridiculous pumpkin spiced products. I tried to ignore the whispers of these addicts. September is, after all, but a gateway to Fall. It is the month when the sane among us try to hang on to the last vestiges of summer.
They had walked a bit together while he told her of death, Dharma and the postmortem continuity called rebirth. Too late, he realized he was an over rooting suitor, boring her with a lecture…
Occasionally, in order to prove there’s nothing extraordinary about them, they’ll make a formal display of their capacity for wasting time. To the women passing by, they are mistakes waiting to be made. All others passing think, “Behold here are vagrants arisen among us!”
An impatient interlude & a scene that captivates and entertains, all the more farcical because it is the carnal pigs and not the passengers’ interlude inside that is the object of every passerby’s attention.