Day 301/365 (12Sep2024)
The mall, a concrete block teeming with fluorescent lights & the faint scent of Auntie Anne's pretzels, transformed into a Salvador Dalí dreamscape. A gargantuan clockwork fish dangled precariously overhead, ticking out a nonsensical rhythm that echoed the arrhythmic thumping of my heart. I swear it winked at me. Or was that a reflection from the overly-enthusiastic sale signs?
My shopping list? Lost somewhere between the talking mannequins & the elevator music that sounded suspiciously like a Gregorian chant. Instead, I found myself drawn to a defiant sunflower, its golden petals ablaze against the grey drizzle. A symbol of hope in a sea of consumerism, or just a really photogenic flower? Who knows.
Homeward bound, my front door greeted me with a cheeky monkey lamp, its single bulb illuminating my path like a mischievous firefly. Was it a sign? An omen? A cool housewarming gift from my eccentric aunt? All of the above.
The rum bar, a haven of dimly lit corners & the comforting clink of ice, beckoned me closer. The bartender, a master of mixology and obscure trivia, may or may not have recognised me. Or perhaps he was just really good at faking it. Either way, the conversation flowed like a well-aged rum, punctuated by laughter and philosophical musings.
The vintage bar set, a treasure trove of forgotten elixirs & dusty decanters, whispered stories of revelry & long-lost loves. Or maybe it was just the rum talking. The jar lights, twinkling like captured stars, cast a warm glow on the scene, creating a cosy cocoon amidst life’s chaos.
As the night drew to a close, a breathtaking sunset painted the sky with hues of gold & crimson, a final flourish to a day filled with unexpected delights & bewildering encounters. The Sandman, or perhaps just a particularly persistent moth, fluttered past me, beckoning me to the realm of dreams.
Another day in the books. Another chapter in the grand, nonsensical novel of my life. I wouldn't have it any other way.
