Saturday, April 19, 2008


You wake up but you don't get up. What's the point? It's just today again. It's been today for the last three hundred and sixty five days. You can't remember anymore your last yesterday. You can't imagine your next tomorrow. It's dark outside. The dark is so bright it burns your retinas. You put the sheets over your head to block it out. You can't see for the brightness. It's so airy that you have to suck and struggle for breath. You don't want to die under here in such bright darkness, even more than that you don't want to live under here. You get up. It's been days. You woke up this second. You woke up today. The second today of the week that does not exist. You are not alone. There are others who are stuck on today. Some celebrate it, some try to out run it, some question it. They look at the calendars as they burn them and scream, "Why meee?!!" The calendars look back and smirk.

"Why not you?"

There's really not point to it all. There is no point to any of it. Today, tomorrow, yesterday, it's all in what you call it. It's all the same thing. Last year, next year, semantics and a few more wrinkles. You perch on the edge of the vast pink couch like a hippopotamus in a tutu. You look in a mirror, you contemplate today's wrinkles. They are deeper than today's. Today's will be deeper than today.

A wee part of your brain triggers and a thought runs through and it's gone. you caught a flit of it. it looked like letters. You think you recognized a "y". An extra "y". A "y" in front? It's too much. You make toast. You make a note to buy more bread today. You wonder how on earth you are going to choose which pre-made pre-frozen, labeled dinner to eat when they all say today. Who made these frozen treats? You might remember her today, you might not. She is from those past yesterdays.What are yesterday's? Now you've gone and confused yourself. You find an old picture from today. There is a woman smiling at you. She's holding a puppy. Today you are alone. You open up the calendar to today. The page says it's tomorrow. You wonder how it can already be tomorrow. You turn to the next page. It too says tomorrow. 

She's coming home tomorrow. You remember. Tomorrow she gets home. Or maybe she leaves yesterday. Either way it is finally tomorrow. you shake your head and move into action. You better hurry up, you don't want to fall behind. The future's already happening, whether you want it to or not.


anobscureobject said...
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anobscureobject said...

my friend once told me "every day seems like a decade."

this makes me think of that.

"I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?"

Anonymous said...

This confused me which was the best part. It made me think about today & today. I love things that open up my mind & make me think. This was my favorite post by far!!

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love these, keep em coming!

yam_b said...

My favorite post till now.

Amaranth said...

Your piece reminds me of Samuel Beckett's favorite line in End Game,
"Why this farce day after day"

queenofhollywood said...

I absolutely love your writing.

You are perfection!

It makes me remember of something a friend of mine told me a few years ago in my birthday.

"One more day. But it isn't just any other day. One of so many you'll have in your life, one of so many that you won't be able to remember.

But you will remember the good moments and those people that were there at your side, always.

They will give you the strength to keep going in your life".

Anita said...

When I read your entries here in Spain is your Tomorrow! Your tomorrow is my today...what a paradox :D

I think you write the same idea you wrote in Today at least. i like this one more thant the previous.


KID said...

very inspiring

Wanda said...


Really love this story. Very vivid, and descriptive with your dry wit. Today, and Tommorow stand alone perfectly, but seem to mirror each other thematically and emotionally. very real, and provoking. A lot of mystery. I wonder if this going to be a triology. There is a lot of reflection. Great state of the heart story which you never know why. I doing to know what your going to write, and hate that this is going to end. Clementine hats off. I truly admire and respect you as a person and artist.

The Amatuer Writer said...

lol..I am having bad flu and fever but reading this piece left me in utter lurch (not because of the antibiotics BUT because you somehow made me feel 'strangely' better)..still reeling from how intrigued I I go again: "Love your words and writing style!"..
I sincerely respect and admire you; not because you are a celebrity BUT..YOU, as a person with utmost layers of talent.
Kudos to you, dear Clem.

Stay well and cool, gal.


breezeart said...

WOW! Love this one!!!; it remained me a poem I wrote time ago..these are just lines of it.

"Foolish to think that the tomorrow will not be,
but it is sillier to think than the yesterday will return…
Perhaps it is only a lost sigh among the people, who walk without fixed course,
without mattering towards where to arrive...
Nevertheless... everything follows there,
well or badly, there it is... "

Im totally enjoy your writting , it is SUPER!! ;)