“My Freedom and I, we were live to be together.
Men live and die,
But a dream can live forever”
- Lindsey Abudei
“But what do you know of the freedom that you seek?”
Here’s the thing. After minding his business for longer than he needed to it was no longer about minding his business. And no one was really sure where the change at happened. After all, they had only looked away for a second – hadn’t they? And it wasn’t like there was no other thing to turn to. It wasn’t like there was no other way to ensure that the search – futile from the beginning – was brought to a non violent close.
Which was all that they were trying to do – create a non-violent close.
The problem, of course, comes with trying to end the big bang by calling parapet cleaners. And no matter how many workers you employ you will never be able to sweep stardust under the rug. Especially not if the rug you plan to use is an already dusty five by six that was bought at an expat sale for “I have privilege and I don’t need the money from this sale” price. There’s just not enough room.
So of course it was a little cramped.
In fact, it was so cramped that it became almost impossible for him to mind his business. After catching glance blows from all the fights for space, it quickly became important to create space of their own. And, being part of them, participation became prudent.
And besides, it was a little cramped.
But glance blows are designed to only bruise bystanders – and his freedom was yet to experience a full frontal attack.
Still, it was no longer about minding his business. Surely, at the very least, things were about to get interesting.
In the distance
a man placed
a phone call
“Yes, send me all the cleaners you can get.