Mackarel

One of those times when you go buy fries and you get cod.
Or crave a grilled cheese with plenty of velvetta and no care for the sweet and savory mix of fig jam and brie.
Look for a pinot and find a sustainable blend that goes well with sustainable, cage free, free range, organic, melodramatic seafood harvested not hunted and done so lovingly.

And then there's the idea of a quest.

Funny - the videogames title fables that promise 10s of Thousands of Combinations and Options. It's a pick your own ending RLStein Goosebump excepts it's a visual and creative and still far far short from our every day life.

That's just one man's thought. Though I've conquered nations, won the world cup of everything and travelled through bi-colored portals solving puzzles - it's all fallen short.

I've stood at the top of the Avenue of the Dead looking east, north, west, south and felt connections. I've seen Kukulcan snake his way during the solstice and equinox. Hurtled myself hundreds of miles and hour across time (zones) and space (well really some lower levels of the atmosphere that still hugs to us). I've carried babies deadly afraid of the soft spot, seen a child's amazement when he realizes that his own two feet are capable of motor skills.

I've eaten truffles. Hunted for chanterelles.

Now picture sports drinks promising hyper ionized energy. Oh good. Salty water. Or salt dissolved in water where the magical process of dissolving allows for a wholesale stealing and borrowing of electrons.

Shot rapid fire or subtly inserted into a sentence or word. They're interesting and drive conversation and human curiosity and I get to explore all of them now. 

Well built they can be inserted in poetry and high literature. They can disarm arm dealers and confuse the posers. They can unveil truths and complicate them.

***

"You can cross!" I yelled.

"I'm going to take your arm now" I said as I closed in.

And i reached out and grabbed his elbow as his hand found my forearm. The man was walking with a purpose - more purposed than most of us not wearing sunglasses at 745 am. 

"Where are you going"

"I'm going to the subway station - are you walking there?" I knew I was.

And so we walked with a quick back and forth over 3 city blocks. He was from Jamaica and going home after a swim at the Y.

And I haven't seen him again but I wonder if I'll see him every morning.