In his usual vanity he asked me, "Is this you I've counseled all this while?"
I said, “I've seen a new found essence in the paradox”..!
He smiled and let me tread on..
An old forgotten feeling - long forbidden - has been let loose.. A resurgence of the ‘snow-white’ escapism, hovering all over again.. The pathetic abandoned ‘I’ of the inconsequential times has had a renewed shot at inanity!
In my brief pursuit of the paradox I often stared at him - in dim, restrained eyes.. Has he already gone muted – the stark counselor bereft of his quintessential preachings?
The 'break free' & 'fuck-the-rationales' sentiment's been a bit too overwhelming and the rigorously nurtured 'systematic wisdom' of the years, now stands to lose ground.. I say I am up for it. I say I am for the change..
“Yeah, rather back to square one..”
He won’t intervene no more. But the sarcastic streak remains - as he turns around with the usual condescending smirk, muttering something scathing. I couldn’t miss it. I heard him enunciate “Faker”! And I had to take offence at once, shouting back hard on him.. perhaps in the eluded ‘paradoxical’ defense, per se..
“Can I not dub you the same from the other side?”
