Hello, my name is Mercurius and I will be your guide for this tour. Later on, we will explore the secrets of the Grand Central Terminal but, for now, please enjoy the wonderful blue sky above this construction site on my right, because, my dear mortals, in time, a glass metallic giant will rise bound to obstruct your view…
… thus spake Mercurius, and lo and behold:
Mercury standing atop the Tiffany clock, one of the jewels adorning the Grand Central Terminal facade.
February 28th, 2018 & June 6th, 2019
Ten past nine. Time doesn’t matter. What matters is I lost you. You hugged me and drifted away in the shadows. You said it’s ok. You said you’d be back by nine. I tried to call you but I couldn’t remember your number. Your number. The one I called thousands – countless times year upon year upon year. I pushed the memory button but that didn’t work either. Anxiety turning to desperation. I start to panic but I try to focus. I start again, digit after digit after digit. Together they look familiar, perhaps I’m getting somewhere. Yet somehow I find it impossible to dial your number to the end. Either I loose track or the screen gets blurry – finally the battery goes dead. Best I can do is wait under the clock. Or wake up.
A recurrent dream.
October 7th, 2016