At first, I thought I was seeing an imaginary mushroom. A glance back and forth and the lines redefine itself before my tired eyes. A ghost is looking back at me. This is probably just another trick, an illusion, a formation of lines and hues that camouflaged themselves as bushes behind pine trees.
Yesterday was a day of almost’s. I was crossing this busy street off my way to our office when a motorcycle whizzed dangerously close. After the whiz, it stopped and the rider shouted, “HOY!” I didn’t look back. I was just as pissed as they were. I continued my brisk walk to the office with these dark thoughts. In my theory, I wasn’t at fault. Yet, I couldn’t help but think: if I crossed a bit slower, it could’ve been the end of me.
I had to stay late in work. I was supposed to have this meeting with our bosses’ boss. But this said figure was so busy (I wonder: does “busy” also mean an incapability to properly allocate one’s time?). I waited for nothing — I carried the weight of this nothingness in every step that I took home. I was almost dead this morning; I waited for nothing; what worse could come now?!
Dogs. Stray dogs outside a closed sari-sari store. They barked at me, bared their teeth at me. Okay, there’s a lot of them and just one me. I resolved to stay calm and walk ahead. The barking didn’t stop and as I pass by a lighted post, a shadow of a stray dog followed my shadow on the wall. Okay, don’t panic. I walked, and walked, and walked. It felt like forever but as I reach the curve, I felt alone again. The relief was overwhelming. I was almost bitten by a stray dog.
What’s up with dogs and motorcycles and me? I don’t really know. Perhaps, this was just an accumulation of bad events in a single day. I don’t know. I’ll just go back to staring at the image above, and stare at the ghost that stares back at me.