Cartoon

Most evenings, while listlessly wiping dishes clean, several silhouettes routinely dangle behind the opposing second floor curtain, thinly flood with dull orange lamplight. One may gather evidence given the inanimate context, as these charades do not scream lackluster behavior, but that of a frenzied composure, as cartoon characters may flail distressingly in flames. Slender, wry shapes float in slow circular motion amongst the figures, ricocheting in an amorphous space beyond comprehension. These vague theatrics bring me back, upholding weakened pillars of wonderment. At approximately 9PM an abrupt darkness strikes mid-performance. On some occasions, when curiously lifting the kitchen window, there exhibits a muffled clanging, yet most occur in blissful silence. Never has this phenomenon come up in conversation, nor have seldom visitors been subjected. The subsequent mornings spent in public are inflatable traps; drab parrot speak, empty words filling air about ‘this’ and perhaps even ‘that’. May no interlopers interfere with my entertainment.