These last days have shown me

(originally published at Dyst Literary Journal #2, June 2020) https://dystjournal.net/dyst/issue-2

these last days have shown me that

all of our accomplishments are rather petty

statues made with the smoke of eternal trees

and

everything we took for granted can (and will)

turn into a farce

become a farce

reshape a farce

be a farce

(either fast or slow, does it really matter - I solemnly ask,

without raising a finger into a Zoom meeting filled with background noise and lag)

these last days have shown that the difference between theory and practice

is plenty

almost unbridgeable and unexplainable

a riddle for all of us to collectively pour our hearts and minds and soul and will and desire and lust and anxiety and depression and euphoria and all of our clumsy thoughts

fuelled by either a lack and+or a mixture of all of the above,

obviously to no avail.

not that it is not solvable (for it is quite so, I believe)

; it is that the results shall be disappointing

Sisyphus wondering if his cough comes from an inner undying desire to do so

or if he is just nervous being around people his whole life flashing before his mouth and cheap mask

Tiago D. Dias