The young ones always struggle

This habit of visiting at work has to stop
That’s futile though, I don’t imagine they will
And so what was said was something like this;
— They’re like a dark cloud descending from the sky.
– You think? A little too romantic perhaps. There’s very little threat.
— But the symbolism of some kind of broad blanket of oppression.
– You need to get yourself out of adolescence. There’s not really anything oppressive about them.
— Stories from a long time ago perhaps.
– Something like that. I’ve struggled in the past with this blanket you’re talking about. It’s very real. Just that now it’s not really relevant.
— It isn’t?
– You’re going to have to get used to things like that not being relevant.
Blink
— Oh.
And that was all that was said on the matter
Relevance indeed
Having not slept overnight from Saturday to Sunday I had a string of the most remarkable experiences
This afternoon I put two and two together and understand that my awareness of birthing increases at such times
This leads me to believe I’m in an up-cycle
— What is The Wall of Doors?
– Oh it has capitals now does it?
— I don’t understand.
– Nevermind. It’s… I haven’t started it yet.
Pause
— It’s a real thing?
– I guess.
— But, no hang-on, I was sure…
– You’ve probably already seen it.
— No I haven’t, but the way it’s being talked about,
– It’s being talked about?
— Yes.
I haven’t done anything
Something like stirring up trouble
You can’t account for them all of the time
Sooner or later you acknowledge that they do what they want
When they want
— I wasn’t sure was all.
– About what?
— What it had to do with you.
Blink
– In many ways it doesn’t.
Pause
— You know so often I don’t understand you when you’re being cryptic.
– Then allow me a Zen indulgence; I don’t ever understand anything, not ever.
I guess I was expecting laughter
Perhaps I wanted to lighten the mood
I don’t quite remember whether the expression on my face matched my intentions
Poor thing
Nevertheless I repeat
– Not ever.