He has a habit of sitting at his desk in the evenings. Sitting, writing — typing at the keyboard.
And between the moments when he’s writing-typing, the silence settles around him and a little voice sometimes speaks out loud.
On this night, the voice was visiting for the first time in a long time, because you see there had been a long hiatus in the writing so the voice had nothing to pester the man about. But not so this night, for there had been some writing in the days previous.
– Why do you write about these silly things?
You again. I can’t say I missed you.
– I mean, apples and sticks and banana stickers and silicone lubricant.
Silly things…
– Yes… and you do know the difference between caulk and lubricant, don’t you? Or did you lubricate those stairs with caulk, as you said!?
Lubricant. (But given a tube of real silicone caulk, who knows what I might have done! Don’t tempt fate with your hypotheticals.)
– I mean, don’t you have more important things to write? Isn’t there anything important going on in your life? Don’t you have anything of consequence to share?
Feeling a little vindictive?
– I am the voice of your audience. We tire of these things. Sticks!
Fair enough. You grow tired of common things. But you are free to leave. Don’t let me keep you. Still, you should know this: there is something worth knowing, something worth hearing about little common things.
– But… sticks!?
Yes. Sticks. And I can tell you, my grandmother would have smiled.
And while we’re at it, let’s add fish and bees to the list. (Click the picture to enlarge.)
