encrypted ramblings
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Sandman: Useless conversations
[A caramel cappuccino and an Iced Tea lemon]
“You remember how I used to bore you about the Sandman series? I just found some of those graphic novels I had shelled out a fortune on back then!”
[A cigarette lit with a ten rupee Manchester United lighter]
– Yes I do? Much too clearly actually, who were they? The eternals, that’s what they were called right?
[One sachet of Equal-low Calorie sugar poured, caramel’s too sweet anyway]
“Hmm...Yeah, Death, Dream, Desire, Despair, Destiny and destruction.”
– You used to make it sound so cool back then, with all your gestures and stuff and the damn back stories, pretending you were a Professor of all that is that there too know, with all your hand gestures and stuff.
[The inaugural cigarette stub on the silver coloured ashtray]
“True, true!”
– But you always had that glint in your eye, when you spoke about your Batman’s, Superman’s and your Sandman’s.
[A distant look out into space or a coffee shop poster]
“Heh! Yeah, I used to be so excited about these things back then.”
– Yup, haven’t seen that glint in your eyes, or the stupid grin ever since.
[A puff before a profound statement]
“I believed in them, back then...I believed in Morpheus, I believed in dreams.”
– And now?
“Now? Well, now I just dream...”
[A momentary silence that echoes into infinity]