yesterday in town hall i find myself between two groups of people, on my left is a born again group pouring out fire and brimstone and sermons about hellfire and on the other side of the street a young group of mohammedans handing out korans, at least they are not making a loud noise and go about their business quietly, but suddenly i find myself getting both sides attention as individuals, a young bearded muslim waves me over to him offering me a book, i hold up my copy of 'the accursed' by carol joyce oates which i am reading, it has a young womans face with a drop of blood dribbling out from her soft lips, 'i have a book thank you,' i say politely while another young bearded man on the other side of the road says into his microphone which manifests as a booming voice, 'you sir, come over hear and bear witness to the word of god.'
i'd been having a really bad day, one of those unbelievable days and i ran away, completely freaked out by the whole experience. i've had enough of all gods today, i just want to be left alone but they are relentless when it comes to punishing, let's face it the old gods are very human and slightly sadistic. fuck you old gods, i think, pulling stings, playing with people like they are chess pieces, i'm not interested in you today, i've no interest in being tested or manipulated, you're representatives on earth can petition me all they wish but today i just want peace and quiet. ha! famous last words, man can't outwit the gods, there is no escape.