Be My Guest - Day 1 - THX E.D.
Savages - Silence Yourself - I Am Here
[ quell ]
They are in constant movement and we have no control over them. In fact even within us there is a movement we have very little control over, if any. It’s not desire, or urges of that nature. It is a movement, a constant movement. It happens ever so often that the movement around us and the movement within us align. Some would subscribe to the idea that when this happens we are at the right place at the right time. But it is hard to believe that it only happens then, because even from the lulls there is much to be gathered. So we must be aligned, to some degree, during the lulls, at all times even. We so easily take from when it is good, from when they are good, from where it is good and shy from reaching out in order to take with us when it is bad, where it is bad, and how it is bad. A desperate and foolish thirst not quenched. A slow death of ideas from there. A crippling of what could have been.
Poker, or gambling in general has never appealed to him. At least not gambling for money or with cards or things called chips that you can’t eat. But taking a gamble otherwise, in life, he’ll double down, silently, and without the aide of sunglasses. Deep within the shit he’ll sift for the good.