festivities

Of the past, throbbing week, one moment that beats particularly loudly… abnormally… is the Gravitron at the festival downtown. Weightlessness comes at the cost of immobility. Pinned against the wall, his arm seconds away from mine in Earth time, I couldn’t reach out. I wanted to. I did. Better yet, I wanted him to reach out to me. Cause he could… he definitely could. He’s stronger than me, he’s been trained for this. But, he didn’t. Of course he didn’t; more concerned with his upside-down tricks than with my upside-down heart, he will never be the type to put anything on a higher pedestal than instant pleasure. I wish I could be instantaneous, for him. But then: what would the price of that be? More than three tickets, that’s for sure… more than three minutes, but rather, a millisecond in rapid succession, the infinity of the present.