# 1

The building I work in sways sometimes to the rythm of western winds. It’s a gentle sway, the kind old couples make at a family reunion while the DJ is playing some Congolese rumba in the background. This building is young in age and knows next to nothing of the harsh weathers that have caused other older buildings to question their existences. It has that “I will outlive everyone around here” look about it.
And like all other buildings destined to fame and glory, it carried the cool name of an esteemed member of the organization who by words and deeds had changed the organization for the better. The individual was as dead as an individual could get by the time the building was named after him. It didn’t matter whether or not the individual believed in reincarnation or not: he now existed and swayed to the rhythm of western winds.
Day and night, you could hear it breathe, providing air conditioner to mice and rats as well to any other living entity. This building was jealous of the sun as sunshine kept people outside, frolicking without a care in the world, but as soon as the sun retired, it was showtime even if it meant that the lights it provided just went along the surface and didn’t know how to penetrate and cause men to smile with delight.

Ahhh, it’s good to be young and to feel underneath your skin hope pulsating from past generations…

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7 thoughts on “# 1

  1. Wow, brilliant piece…..”he now existed and swayed to the rhythm of western winds.”
    You have a way to perceive beauty, and you ink them so well. I love those little things that you capture, it enthralls me to read. I can just move in your flow of words. Beautiful, Jomul. 🙂

  2. This is terrific. What you have written here reminds me so much of Francis Ponge. I recommend his Taking The Side Of Things (Partis Pris des Choses) because he talks about “things” and breaks the barriers between the reader and the object.

    Like I said, this is wonderful. I so enjoy reading your work and I always look forward to seeing more of it. I think what stands out the most for me here is this:

    “The individual was as dead as an individual could get by the time the building was named after him. It didn’t matter whether or not the individual believed in reincarnation or not: he now existed and swayed to the rhythm of western winds.”

    This bending of time and space, of subject and object is just delicious!

    • wow that sounds interesting. It reminds of the show “Eureka” where the house is a very personal and emotional AI. I thought it would be more interesting to show its thoughts.

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