Salome Starfire

Just another site

Adrift on a sea of fictitious sports

I am adrift as such, infuriated and distracted and left to seer both sides of myself in the sun. A seer of observations for a day in the library:

The man sitting across from me has cold eyes, but they could be the eyes of cold concentration as he looks for dead letters amongst the porn queens.

The librarian is not sexy from the front, but when she turned and walked away I saw the strap marks of her sunburn and wondered if she fell asleep reading in the sun.

Another man near me doesn’t know that I am watching him. He is in a chair on the lower level and he is reading a book. He wears a vinyl jacket from the 1970’s and has a grey beard. He has nice hands and taps his toes as he reads.

A tall pretty girl walks up to where many people are sitting. She wants to be noticed but also doesn’t want to be noticed.

Some people have facial features that they have created over years of certain thinking. Some people look puzzled but it is just that their facial muscles have re-aligned themselves.

It is rare to see someone in a library actually reading a book (except vinyl jacket beard man) but not rare to hear the sound of children saying ‘read this one mummy’. As far as things children could be saying, this is a most pleasant sound. I would argue for a ‘please’ in that child’s request however.

Many older men carry those coles green bags around. You know the ones.

The librarians have this secret world that involves subtle looks and gestures adn only one librarian has glasses on.

I want the Italian nonna who has come in to give me her secret recipes. She carries magazines in her hand and disappears around the corner.

I think it would be easier to pick up, to ask someone on a date at the library than anywhere else.

The librarian with the glasses looks like a ‘Michael’ and just wants to go home.

The red-headed librarian reminds me of someone. He could join the other man in the 70’s vinyl jacket and they could go dancing. I imagine he has birds and lives in a flat with a disco floor in the kitchen. At night he likes to bake cupcakes and he sometimes binges on them. One of his parrots choked on a cupcake and died and so that is why there is a stuffed parrot in the lounge.

I have just spotted another librarian, she is drinking coffee or tea in the back room. She wears big brown cowboy boots and has that super cool stance that says ‘yes I work in a library…not bad hey? She is leaning on the doorway and then goes forward to a customer who is asking her something. The librarian twiddles with her special librarian passbook card thing that hangs around her neck. She is thirsty. She wants more coffeeeeeeee. She drinks more coffee. She crosses her arms. and looks bored now. She removes something from her teeth with her tongue and goes into the back room.  She now cradles the coffee in both hands.  Her big silver earings jangle as she shares a joke with someone invisible behind the door.  I wonder how long it takes her to get dressed in the morning.

Ahah! A grandma comes in looking fabulous. Oh I love her dress. She has lovely white hair and gives me the look of a lady well-refined and not necessarily into being sweet and friendly just because she’s old. I suspect she has gumption.


Single Post Navigation

2 thoughts on “Adrift on a sea of fictitious sports

  1. love it!

  2. I wish you were a cosmic voiceover that could be heard by all of us, wherever we are, narrating everything.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: