The Custodian

One of the stories I’d thought of before was about a man charged with being the caretaker, the custodian, of a spaceship traveling hundreds of light years away. The ship was filled with sleeping migrants, colonizers of worlds, those we dared to send or dared to leave. They were all asleep, cryogenically frozen, as this was the only way to survive such a trip. The ship could care for itself well enough, this being the future, and AI at its more advanced imagining. But we, humanity or whoever scientists or politicians or governing body of note, deemed that at least one human was going to be awoken for years at a time to watch over our journey. 

It’s the story of one man who is awoken. He monitors the ship, inspects the cryogenic pods, cares for the multitude of flora and fauna that this ”Noah’s ark” has brought. He cleans. He watches. He dreams. He takes us through his routine through the same halls and the same stops, the minutiae of brushing his teeth and drinking the same cup of coffee at the same time every day. Sometimes he diverts himself with books. Sometimes with music. Sometimes with substances. Sometimes he does the strange things that a man does when no one’s watching and the things one does when he wishes that someone was. Through the years, structure and decorum give way to more outrageous practices. He sings at the top of his lungs. He runs naked at full speed through the halls. He jerks off to one of the women he’s admired through the glass of her pod. 

How long before he returns back to normalcy? Is there a predetermined time when his service is ended and another takes over?  Is this the amount of time that one loses their mind? 

What is the passing of responsibility like when another awakens? I imagine it is she - who he’s been sexually gratifying himself over - that is his replacement. And he has to pretend that he doesn’t know her; hasn’t watched her face every day for all these years. That he doesn’t have his morning coffee in front of her imagining that she is asking about his day. 

My days feel like a journey. I wake up. I eat three small cheese sandwiches and a cup of green tea for breakfast. I take a walk of 8,000 steps. I watch a show while I do the walk - any of the multitude of shows that I’ve heard about. Once in a while, I mix it up with yoga. I cook a meal. I eat. I shower. I count my calories. How many until 2000? I sit in front of the computer and read or listen to today’s lesson or complete today’s assignment. I feed the cat. My mother comes home. “How was your day today?” Dinner again. Another 4000 steps for my walks. More calories until I reach my goal. I go back to my computer and finish my lessons. I brush my teeth. I wash my face. And I force myself to sleep.

Every day.

I feel like I’m on a ship traveling light years into a new life. The destination is far. I don’t know how long my sanity will hold or if it was ever there to begin with. Every day I think of what I’ve left behind, mainly whom. Is it all worth it? Will it be? Does it matter anyway? 

I’m in the in-between, trapped in the momentum of a decision I had made and a future I’m unsure about. But even here, in the midst of this travel through the stars, I am finding the silence comforting and the loneliness, an embrace. Maybe the in-between is where I’d rather be. And so, I welcome the gray.

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Man Out Of Time?

… and a girl clicking here and there.

It all starts with a terrifying dream. A black cat was wearing a white collar and letting his hair locks windy, looking like just as Edgar Allan Poe. He was really proud driving a huge yellow cardboard car. I saw him from my trailer window and I couldn’t believe my eyes. So couldn’t the others. We started staring at him every time he passed by. One day he lost his steering wheel and ended up flying to a wall with his forehead. What a fate! I went outside my trailer and screamed for justice because we were all responsible for killing Eddy, the catty. How could we let this happen? But it was only a mess of masses. All the people wanted to take pictures, flashing his blood running out of his head and sharing it worldwidewebly. In a flash I woke up.

Whatever happened to our times?

So I decided to see what my playlist brings. New day, new songs, new thoughts, same old story (which is good by the way). My multidimensional thoughts start with a button zero called Play. Suddenly the man out of time reached my ears and I do like his progressive melody lines, so much that with just some clicks it connects to many other songs, other perspectives on life, other biographies. It brings me to this:

♪   Real life becomes a rumour / Days of dutch courage / Just three French letters and a German sense of humour 

(…)

He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge

(…)

Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning / You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning   ♪

And it brings me to an unmarried man who was sacrificing himself for his science. He was congratulated with a movie entitling himself as out of time. 

Poe was hated in his time and he’s now idolized from many. Was time playing against him? 

Eddy, the catty, faced his fate written on the wall. He was on his time, in my dreamy time and in our literary imaginary time. 

What’s being on time anyway? And in time? Since when do we really care about ticking our days out? It’s such a countdown to inexistence! One day we will be all out of time.

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