You’d have to wonder what’s going on in people’s minds. When I was walking down the street yesterday, I thought about three things. One was the dinner I hadn’t eaten the night before. The day just kind of zoomed by, and then it was over and done with. The second thing I was thinking about was a meeting I was going to have later that evening, with this guy, and I was playing in my head the conversation we might have. The third was a simple thought, one of those single-frequency thoughts… it never stops raining these days.
So that was what got me wondering. About people’s minds. When I remembered that three-car train of thought, how these three thoughts just went on simultaneously, sometimes colliding, sailing smoothly along each other, one making an unplanned stop and then speeds on to catch up with the others, I realized that all people foster a massive railroad in their minds. What a realization. A very loud one.
I think I am thinking more since it started raining. Can’t look around when walking, hiding under the umbrella, and the used-to-be-romantic looking out a window to a rainy day is nothing less than sickening now. Nauseating almost, it’s been, what is it, 23 days. So I feel like I’m stuck with myself more, minus distractions, and here I am thinking myself senseless. The Thinking Man you might think but hey, right there, that is a thought to itself.
The thing that is off-putting about this rain, what makes you wanna kick it hard, is its slowness. It falls so goddamn slow. Every drop of water, heavy and ripe, taking its time to reach the ground, to splash against the ground. At first everyone was gingerly thrilled by it, marveling the movie-like slow motion of the rain. But when it failed to stop, when it just kept going on and on the child-like wonder of it all evaporated, leaving us with constant darken reality, soaked in slow water.
There’s got to be a reason for all this, people think. But then another thought intersects, derailing it, we are carried on a different path and that rain-thought loosing its momentum, until another drop lingers in front of your nose and you are back with it never stops raining these days…
Image by Philip LePage
Writing by Assaf Dudai