happy xmas to those that follow that kind of thing, happy festivus to those that don't, happy day to those that don't care, me i wake up xmas day, early, we walk down the road in the rain, my dog happy to be by my side, we walk past the closed doors and empty newport and empty avalon, we stroll like it's the day after the end of the world and there's nop one left, we are oblivious to significance, we are out of touch and free momentarily, until the texts start rolling in. i reply to as many as i can and then wander back to mission control where pan gets a huge lump of meat on a bone. when i write the word huge it doesn't actually justify how big this dead flesh is, it's like a large beast stripped naked with one bone running through it. pan looks at me in disbelief, 'fucking hell man,' he smirks, 'that's way cool. can i eat it, is there a catch?'
'eat' i say, eat drink and be merry and don't forget to dream.'
i send some love into the world, it's not much, i'm older and beaten down a bit, i'm jaded around the edges, frayed and a bit shell shocked from this year, each one brings something unexpected. but what love i have i send out to those that need it, those that don't, it's arbitrary and where it falls light will shine. shine on you crazy diamond, you hate me and despise me but it is wasted upon me. you have read me wrong, your signals are crossed and the code is uncracked, you have no authority on which to base your observations, you are just a reflection, as we all are.
i sit in peace, everything somewhat still and in these frozen moments i see angels.
yes you have aliens i have angels, they are the same thing, mine are ancient and from the old testament, yours seem slightly more contemporary. they have left their mark on us either way. psychic imprints.
i pass the day and in the afternoon i call in on a friend. we go and see avitar again, she is immpressed. i tell her a little about aya, she asks me to leave, i drive home in the rain, back home, back to where i started.