Shut up.

You ever get one of those moments when something so socially accepted and apparently simple just baffles you, just for a second, and you kind of forget where our current era lies in terms of technological advancement and nonplussing norms, and how whatever it is that you're seeing is nothing to be revered or even acknowledged, and you get that feeling that prisoners got when paroled after a 40 year stint in the 'joint' and saw an automobile infested Manhattan for the first time?
Yeah.
Well.
i had that tonight.
Watching this waitress pour us more coffee without provocation, happy to do so, and seeing my friend naturally add the cream, casually sugar it up, and stir the steamy white cup so unassumingly, it was like i'd never seen it before. How did he know to do that? Where did this coffee come from? The cream? The sugar? How old was it? What made the waitress smile when pouring it? What the fuck kind of utopia is this?
i didn't sleep too well last night.
And i burnt my tongue today.
But... breaking down our filters, having those fleeting seconds of forced forgetting, seeing this city, this current state of being with a fresh pair of eyes, well fuck dude. It's mind boggling.
It used to happen when under the influence of various psychotropic substances, hallucination induced revelations and chemical fueled gratitude, but with those days long behind me, i can still kind of see what it was that blew my mind.
Cell phones and ethernet cables, this is all science non-fiction we're living.
You bear this in mind and those sky-scrapers cease to be office buildings and high-end apartments, but become steel pillars of man's evolution from that first single cell of life.
We used to be little globs of life, dodging predatory bacteriophages and banking on mitosis for our future generations, no thoughts, no big goals, nothing, really. Now we dodge pedestrians caught in their blue-tooth importance and bar hopping friday nighters. We bank on that next loan, the good grade, the hopes that someday we'll leave our own sky-scraper behind so some future suit and tie can see that, yeah, this guy wasn't just another anaerobic organism, this guy meant something. So i try not to bank so much on meaningless mitosis, and dwell more on the thoughts my ancestral amoebas lacked, and try to avoid that nothingness as much as possible.
'Cause at the end of the day, that friend Barry, he wasn't just making his coffee as appeasing as possible, he was celebrating a few million years of evolution. A burnt tongue is a small price to pay for such things.

Sunset Rubdown - Shut Up i'm Dreaming