Let's sit here, me and you, let's enter into some altered state of consciousness, which is really just another minute, another minute trying to prove itself, trying desperately to create an identity and be remembered among the millions of other minutes, trying frantically to make us remember her.

So let's sit here. Let's look out the window, at the lives passing by, the deaths on their way, the poeple trying to dodge both of them. And let's throw words around like confetti at a wedding. Let's be abstract, meaningless and full of meaning, like those randomly shaped tiny pieces of confetti that create such a wonderous celebratory spectacle, that makes you just want to giggle and hug the person next to you for joy. let us simply sit here and revel in own wisdom, then laugh at the whole mascarade when we're done.

Ill shift this way, and you'll gesture that way, then someone will reach for a cigarette and nonchalantly light it up, like it was some normal, logical thing to do. Because that is what we do, we rationalize everything that shouldn't and can't be rationalised and then act like we know more than they do.

And even as we're sitting here, me and you, adrenaline will suddenly surge through me, filling my tummy, then up to my heart, when I realise all the potential the little minutes hold. The little minutes, seeing that they have caught my attention will flaunt and sway, sashay sashay this way and that, showing off, trying to please me and make sure I'm interested still. You will keep talking about concepts, ideas and truth like it was Socrates' birthday, and I will be carried away by the minutes, dreaming of all the different ways I could arrange them, the different costumes I could dress them up in, the different lives I could create, suddenly I am powerful, I hold the world in my hands. But then you bring me back to nonreality, and I reengage you, challenging your words with mine. Just because I can.Just because I know you like it too.