phil collins and peter gabriel / perception and reality

in the middle night mist of stimuli the mind creates it’s own version of perceptibility. two sides of the coin ——–+                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               |

first what the brain made:                                                                                                                                                              <———–+

it’s raining somewhere. i’m sitting with my head under a makeshift tent with my feet buried in wet sand. my phone lights up and buzzes. text from a blocked number says:

“you lose. meet me in Accra -KES.”

I curse and moan trying to figure out what i’ll have to sell to get to Ghana. maybe blood/plasma/sperm?

Now the “reality”:

it’s hot. in my apartment at 3:52 am. i’m sleeping (small earwigs are trying to attack my extremities). my bed smells like three different girl hair products. my phone lites up and buzzes. text from known number says :

“see you should’ve just stayed up the whole night. I just got home and you are probably waking up after a lame unfulfilling nap to get ready for work”.

I got up and brushed my teeth.