Orlando

It is the leonardcohen afterworld. Everything is entirely fucked up at the moment, but now is not the time for details.

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Twentythree months ago i left Orlando, and it made me glad to go. A lot of people i talk to about leaving Orlando do not understand why, and others wonder what would have possessed me to ever move there in the first place. Florida is so polarizing in everything it does.

The weather was very refreshing as soon as i got off of the plane. It was warm and humid. Fifteen minutes later i was sweating.

I went to lunch with my friend Peter. I explained that it is always nice to visit Orlando, the winters are nice and the sunshine is fine. But for some reason, i am just very glad that i do not live here.

Lots of people who do not like Florida blame it on soullessness of the environment and the people. I haven't thought a whole lot about that, but yeah.

Living in Florida might be akin to having to be best friends with Matthew McConaughey, needing to eat every meal with him, be roommates with him, having to watch television with him, etc. He is an attractive and charming man, i guess, but there is something about the guy and i am sure that after awhile i would want to kick him in the fucking ear.

That is what Florida is like.

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The other night i was looking out of the window and there were two stars and they were twinkling madly. If the severity of a twinkle could be measured, and perhaps it can, then these particular twinkles were off of the charts. Meaning that they were unbelievably bright and then unbelievably dim and then unbelievably bright again and it was all happening a thousand times per second.

They were not aeroplanes, because i watched them for ten minutes and they did not move.

They were in the northwestern sky.

It was not a missile shooting down a satellite because that was a couple of nights later.

They were twinkling like mad, and then i did something else for awhile, and when i came back to the window they were gone and they have never come back.

Maybe they could have been pulsars, but what are the chances of two independent pulsars happening millions of lightyears apart all in the same ten minute span? And aren't pulsars supposed to last awhile? It's been too long since astronomy class.

It could be that i am losing my mind. I probably am losing my mind. But at least i am not the type of insane person who blames everything on aliens and their dumb ships.

Maybe it was things bu rning up in the at mos phere.

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