Wednesday, July 7, 2010

LITTLE BLACK BAGS

Have you seen them? They're everywhere. They look like little black bags. And they tell a story, each and everyone. Because we've all had a little black bag. Or have known people that have had them. And each of them hold a story. They tell a tale.

They look like little black bags. But they should look like photographs. Photographs of beautiful and far away places. Or maybe photographs of home. A home you haven't been to in a very long time. They look like little black bags, but they should look like somewhere you want to go. Or somewhere you never want to go to again. Because that's what you will find in little black bags. You'll find people wanting to escape. You'll find escapism inside little black bags. Just take a look. There's nothing in there? Look deeper.

Have you ever been to that liquor store on the corner? The little liquor store on the corner. If you haven't, you've at least seen it. There's one in every town. And if there isn't. There's one not far away. They are easier to find outside of the suburbs. But of course, you probably already knew that.

And when you leave the little liquor store on the corner, with whatever spirits you'll consume, or with whatever spirits that will consume you, what do they put it in?

Little black bags.

It's the same with sex shops. I wouldn't know personally. But I've seen the people leaving them, and going in. Back and forth they go. Each one trying to escape. They enter empty handed, and they leave with little black bags. Just like the liquor store. Everyone wanting to escape. Everyone with a different poison. Everyone with a different spirit.

Why little black bags? What's the significance? Have you ever wondered? I have. And I think I know the answer. It's so you can maintain some type of dignity. Or perhaps, discretion is the reason? I think it's both. Because inherently, we don't want people knowing our business. We don't want strangers to see our mode of escape. We have to hide our spirits until we get home. And then, they can completely devour us. But until then, the store owners assist us. They assist us, and our spirits, by hiding them from the people outside. They hide our spirits in little black bags. It's not that they care for you. But they understand. Because at the end of the day, they'll be leaving their job to go back home. And most likely, they'll be leaving with a little black bag too.

Little black bags tell a story. Each and every one. Some happy, some sad. Regardless of the differences, they share a common thread. Escapism. Little black bags hide our sins from the rest of the world. And you can tell alot about the shape of things where you live by how many little black bags you see.

I see them everywhere.

They don't need to hide. Because they aren't alive. They don't have feelings. They're just cloaks, little black cloaks. Little black bags are little black cloaks that we put on our spirits. And when we get home, we take their little cloaks off. And then, our spirits can consume us.

We live in a world full of little black bags, floating in the air, getting stuck in the trees. These little black bags float freely. They go where they want to go. But they are always seen. They have to be! Or else we wouldn't know that there are problems all around us. Or else we wouldn't know that there are sick people all around us. Or else we wouldn't know that sickness is in our world. And that sickness is all around us.

We live in a world that is full of little black bags. They are everywhere. You can't see them? They mostly come out at night. But I see them during the day now too. I see them all the time. Morning, noon, day and night, I see little black bags.

I see them everywhere.

2 comments:

  1. youre right and guess what? i have no bags,except under my eyes cuz im 57 now. i dont even carry a purse. or have any vices at all. or watch tv. or even movies much any more.

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  2. i have nothing to hide or escape from.

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