Monday, October 19, 2009

Deep autumn

I remember one autumn evening when the weather was so dreadful that I thought nature was out to kill and Transylvania was having a nervous breakdown. I was in an old car, and my friend was listening to viking metal as we were gliding over the hills, heading home. It was too early in the autumn to snow; nonetheless, snow was there and we could hardly see anything but grey-striped black 100m ahead. I nestled deeper in the seat and started making out ghosts, trees, haunted castles and dragons in the dark spots between the flakes which had landed on the windows. I was warm and sleepy, too sleepy to say anything about the happiness that was making my cheeks blush, about the obscure fascination I had for dangerous weather, the kind that could destroy. So I closed my eyes and started praying for the journey to continue forever. To be trapped forever between the hills around my home town, out in the storm, driving aimlessly through the cold and the dark, but knowing for sure that mom is baking butter biscuits and boiling wine with pieces of fruit and cinnamon sticks, waiting for me to knock on her door.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Demonii sunt rugaţi să părăsească incinta

Astăzi, la ora 20:02, părăseam sediul firmei la care lucrez, încuind poarta după mine şi vârându-mi căştile în urechi. Ca niciodată, am deschis radioul (şi nu playerul) şi mare mi-a fost greşeala: la radio Guerilla cânta Bad Company - Feel Like Making Love. Mulţi dintre voi nu ştiţi despre ce vorbesc, iar şi cei care ştiu piesa se vor întreba 'so the fuck what'.

Ei bine, mi-ar plăcea foarte tare să mă aflu în oricare dintre aceste două categorii, aşa că rog:

Cercetătorii,
Vrăjitorii,
Geniile,
Copiii mici cu laboratoare de chimie de jucărie acasă,
Farmaciştii,
Ghicitoarele,
Domnul profesor Mircea Nistor,
Neurologii,
Astologii,
Psihiatrii,
Olimpicii la fizică,
Sataniştii,
Ăia de la Discovery Science,
Membrii MISA,
Spiritul lui Bogdan Petriceicu Haşdeu
(sau al Iuliei)
Angajaţii NASA,
Studenţii de la Hogwarts şi MIT

să inventeze naibii odată maşina aia de uitat suferinţa, ca-n Eternal Sunshine.


Mulţumesc.