i was in open produce getting some free pita and brochettes and a couple bananas fitty cent. my friend said a delivery guy was filmed drinking a customer's drink at the front door waiting for it to open and he even smiled like he was on camera and i said it's funny we act like we're not being watched while we know we are and she said my dad i mean her dad use to say there are microscopic cameras everywhere all the time watching you, her, and she believed him before they actually existend, now we're so inured i guess we don't give a fuck and smile away anyway, or scowl as the case may be. we may be deranged, we may be sane. i remembered to her every time i went in the village thrift the speaker music was singing god is watching us from a distance and i laughed as my groin sank that giddy cliff drop plum- plummet laugh and she said now god's an i-phone and we don't notice the eye of god upon us is dead i didn't say but now i said.
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