currently untitled

"Faceless, limbless, voiceless, mutterers.1

Muses? Demons? 2

Hallucinatations?3

Boneless, bloodless, skinless, carcases.4

Ghosts? Zombies? 5

Drunken blurs?6

Prideless, souless, pureless, voids.7

Superiors? Watchers? 8

Nightmares?"9

My mark on society. My big bang. My millenium. My christmas.10

My birth and death. My life and unlived experiences.11

Engraved into the walls of my one room apartment. I hide it shamelessly,12

not because I'm embarresed, but because I don't want the last chapter to13

be read, before the stories begun.14

I have everything planned out and I don't even know it. 15

Salvador Denby, Salvador Denby. My tag. My number. Subconsciously you know this. I'm the face of the nameless. The kind of person you put trust with everyday. I'm your taxi driver, I'm your bell-boy, I'm your waiter, I'm your receptionist, I'm the person you thank for holding the elavator doors open.16

I'm everybody you see day to day and mask as the routine blur of other working bugs.17

How depressing, how your thoughts begin flying round and round in your mind, trying to prove me wrong, the washing machine philosophers would name your existance.18

Well here's the pesticide for your insect-like thoughts:19

I'm the ADC of a major organisation, that's Advertisement Design Copywriter and I control what your children see when the adverts begin. This is my domain. My dimension.20

Why you ask, am I living in a one room apartment, when I'm raking in a five figure income. Well, London is an expensive place. But it's worth it.21

I have a view of the Thames, the London eye and the ant colony we call 'society'.22

I don't have a car-i travel via public transport. Via, see basic Latin.23

I don't have the $900 American model fridge, I don't have the $12000 designer furniture, I don't have the flashy apartment.24

If you were to enter my cove of delights, you'd find it quite plain. Pale paint and wooden furniture to match the laminated flooring. My wallpaper is actually doodles and fragments of inner spurs. Why be a big spender? Why build a life on the foundations of media greed? Why pretend possesions are not obsessions we don't need?25

I have my success, I'm not going to waste it. I just haven't discovered my calling yet.26

The music of an alarm echoes. My life has been programmed to react to bells. This one is telling me it's time for coffee, followed by sustained denial and work.27