Everyone bowing To the righteous rule Of the Ohm goddess, Who pierces through Their ears With her siren song.
There will be blood But there will be none From yogis, The smell Of imported incense Already dried away Their veins.
Restlessness Is their heroic pastime Of yonder years. Yet revolt is in the air.
For they can kill With their blank stare And soft fingers And watery teeth. Yet they should not Oppose their tears. Sediments Of wonderful fears. Fears of salty unrest.
Unrest in my heart, I want to follow them Down their path Of salty obedience. Yet I resist. All I want is to fly away, Melt into the horizon. I close my eyes, The imaginary wave Cradles me Into sleep.
Revolt is in the air. They should not Oppose their fears. Sediments Of wonderful tears. Tears of salty unrest.
Girl in mousy sunglasses Arrives on her date. Unknowingly the guy Has set up the meetup In a pretty beer garden belonging to her favourite bookshop.
You picked a lovely place. Did I? Yes! I come here often. To buy books. They cheer me up On my worst days, Regardless of genre.
Left eyebrow arched.
Do you like reading? Of course - I love it. Don’t you?
Right eyebrow arched.
Well, yes. Who doesn’t? I prefer sport though. Oh, I love to exercise too, I go swimming often. Well, I tend to enjoy activities far more social Than that.
We are a bit dry over here.
Would you care for some wine? I would. Dry if they have it, Thanks so much. I will see what I can do.
This is a real winner.
I brought some olives too. Great, I love olives. He takes one, Proceeds to eat His way around the pit, without taking his eyes Off her.
That lovely, Mediterranean-skinned olive.
So what else do you like? Cinema? Travelling? Well. Yes, I guess. Who doesn’t. Sure, who doesn't.
We are still a bit dry over here.
The girl cannot help But perceive a tiny yawn Coming out Of his beautifully contoured Italian mouth. Such muscle spasm Faithfully reflects The way she is feeling About the date At that very moment.
They are kindred spirits after all.
Suddenly, he abruptly Spits out the chewed up olive. Apologetically, he says: I love garlic... Just not tonight. I see. Do you happen to have Some food intolerance? Well, erm, no. So what's happening tonight?
Arched eyebrows (now the whole set).
Our date? Oh, of course. She stares at the olive For a long time. The virgin olive, The one that still hasn’t Been spat out Due to garlic interference.
She puts on Her mousy sunglasses And gets up, Ready to go. The self-assured, Semi-seductive stare Now falters. I am off to buy some books. I hope you enjoy The rest of the olives. They were so yummy.
The wine was not dry enough though.
He takes the phone Off his back pocket. Opens up the app, And swipes right On the next picture That captures His olive imagination.
This is the life. The life of an online dating aficionado. If only I could go back in time, how many connections and conversations I could have started. How many winks and smiles and drinks to drain the ennui away. And I am getting old and people around me are slowly languishing. All I am thinking about is virtually fucking my next date before my Faceapp wrinkles start taking control of my real face.
My hormones want more but my nostrils sniff the pheromones away. All the better for it.
Let’s navigate together through a sea of ones and zeros. Let’s make away with our sweat and cherry-picking fingertips.
You couldn’t kill a fly, let alone unzip my flies. Take care, love, yeah? With this, adieu! And forever bless you.
Here I am again, playing the online dating game. As if I hadn’t had enough with the advice from my beloved Selfie Girl Down Under.
So here I am again, swiping left and swiping right, and all I can hear is the cheer of my fingers tapping away at the keyboard.
The sheer madness of banal understanding.
Fly #14
Victor, 36 years old, 3 km away.
I like reading, photography and taking my dog for walks.
Series junkie.
Boring.
Average height.
Promising intro.
“Hi, Victor! Boring and average height! I love it.
What series are you watching these days?”
“Hi, Nina! Lately, I have been watching “Easy”, it is about sexuality in the thirty to fifty age range. Well, not too bad, not too many episodes.
And yeah, I am indeed boring. Whenever I can I just sit there doing nothing. Quite understated these days. But I can’t get enough of it. Guilty as charged.
As for my height – I described it as average but I should have said quite short, as I am roughly 1’70. This has been traumatising me for months. Thing is, it never bothered me before.
Anyway, my height has never deprived me of getting to places.
That’s enough from me. How is it going?”
“Well as they say. Good things come in small packages.
I quite liked Easy, even though I only watched the very first season (there are three of them?)
A while back I went into a series frenzy and I just needed some detox. Lately, I am coming back to it, slowly, sensibly, with the fragile moderation of an ex-addict. The most recent one I’ve watched is Fleabag. Simply brilliant stuff.
Series aside, I do this and that. And right now, trying to see this heatwave through, as I believe you must be too, 3 km away from me as you are. Wanna join forces? There should be a swimming pool nearby”.
So here I am again, swiping left and swiping right, and all I can hear is the cheer of my fingers tapping away at the keyboard.
The sheer madness of banal understanding.
“Toc-Toc. You there?”
Let’s navigate together through a sea of ones and zeros. Let’s make away with our sweat and cherry-picking fingertips.
“Hey, are you sure you didn’t take your doing nothing too far?”
Online dating radio silence.
This is the life. The life of an online dating aficionado. If only I could go back in time, how many connections and conversations I could have deleted.
Fly specimen #14, Time of Death, 10 pm, CET. August 2nd.
