My ex-lover is (figuratively) dead
I’m not sorry I met you.
I’m not sorry it’s over.
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say.
I’m not sorry.
Jenny and the dream of fishes, Chun-li and Tali.
Out on a small boat on a lake with water that you cannot see. There is a huge purple, pink and orange fish wagging its tail. It had about 4 pairs of legs and feet. I saw them through the invisible water. I wanted to take a picture of the 8-legged fish, only to find that I don’t have my phone with me.
At the mall, somebody screaming, Chun-Li is here! (Chun-Li?) I clambered along the direction of everyone else. Ended up at some tailoring shop where Chun-Li ( Chun-Li, really? I still can’t believe it) was choosing fabrics for her costume (Oh, this is too much). She was telling people to keep still as she will be letting them take her picture. She was telling this in Tagalog, which surprised ad delighted me. I took out my phone and was trying real hard to get a good shot of her. As I was snapping away, my phone casing cracked into pieces and I am left with a phone with its innards showing.
Running up a wide, seemingly endless spiral staircase, shouting out a friend’s name. The only person who can help me get my phone fixed. I stare at my phone. It appeared to have swollen and shrunk at the same time. I was disheartened.
Tali is now singing softly to me, soothing me:
You know I’m thinking of you
In the bookstore, in the laundromat
Guess how much I love you
Much more, more than that
More than that
And then I woke up and realized that was my phone ringing.
Whew.
My dear iPhone,
You have to stop giving me sleepless nights. I have a 7am shift tomorrow and this… this is madness. Sometimes I wonder if i own you or I’m the one owned. Damn you, Apple. And damn me too.
Obsessively yours,
Jen
