A Dollop of Nonsense
Utter Rubbish
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I can utter a lot of rubbish without any prompts, thanks to which just the other day I was telling a friend that I should start a podcast where I am speaking a string of thoughts — a stream of consciousness, if you will — into the microphone, not providing any value to the listeners, no-no, quite the opposite: distracting them with mindless, mind-numbing conversation the likes of which will never be of any use for them as it won’t contain any information, useful or otherwise, within those string of thoughts, but it’ll keep going on and on and on without end — well to be honest it will end at some point, but that’s beside the point, isn’t it, because when you’re so lost in thought of listening or reading something that goes on and on you keep trying to follow along, connecting the dots, trying to decipher the hidden meaning even though there isn’t much to begin with, but your mind is convinced there must be something hidden in here, some deeper meaning, a deeper layer perhaps, but I’m being extremely honest and candid with you in saying that the words that I’ll speak will be extremely hollow and devoid of any meaning and yet…yet your brain will not stop trying to understand and make sense of the babble and it will be a gift to you and your mind in the current world where so much of the noise we intake is sounds in an echo chamber that such drivel will start to make some sense and even for the ones who see through the masks these words wear — not the COVID masks, but the ones humans have worn on their faces since time immemorial — they’ll see that these vile words do hold nothing of any value in them, but serve as only a form of distraction that is in someway entertaining and useful, given the age of content and information and misinformation we live in; so that at least for a minute or two or maybe even three we are free from trying to understand what the other person is saying because right at the beginning he had promised not to make any sense and that’s the beauty of honesty and a promise well-kept by an author, and if that promise is upheld it can separate us from the world for that minute, a moment frozen in time when we are not thinking about our problems and the problems the world faces but are simply here in this moment, you and I together without having to think, being free humans without too many thoughts, rejoicing in this way as kids do somewhere now…
