By Lasse Fischer
Eventually is a promise and a curse. It can make your heart grow ten sizes in a single second, but it can also linger upon you making your steps shifty and noisy. Sitting here in the middle of the night thinking, eventually, is now a ritual of sorts. It's like being in a vacuum, thoughts racing and everything else shut out. I make myself promises all the time. I let the best of me take over and think about how I will tighten the screws in my chairs, so that they won't collapse under my father's growing weight, because eventually they will. Every day I find the burden of things making my steps shifty again. I do remember moving quietly with a heart too big for my chest, although now it seems like those days never existed in the first place.
The thing about eventually is that you simply run dry. I have become so noisy that people can hear me coming from far away. I have found out that people don't like the noise and tend to avoid me instead.
I find it necessary to get accustomed to a routine, to make time do as it does, otherwise it stretches for miles in front of you expecting you to interact and for a guy with shifty feet and a huge luggage the road could feel as was it never ending. I'm hoping now that I eventually will get used to this numbing sensation in my chest.
Oh, there we go.
EDITOR'S NOTE
Lasse is different. A good different - multi talented, and in tune with the world. He is hard to phaze, has some quirk and innovation in his arsenal. And the kid can write. Recently, he picked up a camera as well. Like Ron Rubenstein, he seems to be a fan of the derelict and abandoned. And so, he opens just that category on our relaunch of AB.