It's Such a Beautiful Day
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On the way to the bus stop,
Bill saw somebody he recognized
walking towards him, but he
couldn't remember his name.
to say when they'd be
close enough
to acknowledge each other.
As they drew nearer,
their eyes locked,
uncertain if the other
was gonna stop to talk.
as Bill mixed up the phrases
"What's up" with
"How's it going?"
Confused, the person
blurted out "Thanks"
before he knew
what he was saying.
Words caught in Bill's throat
and he replied, "Weh."
They did a sort of
awkward half turn,
and then continued on
now confident
that the other was not gonna
stop to talk.
They never saw each other again,
and a day later had each
forgotten the whole thing.
Later that night, Bill sat down
and put on a big sweater,
but it only made him sleepy.
In the supermarket,
Bill was always very careful
the back of the produce piles,
as the fruit in the front
was at crotch level
to the other customers.
An old man who smelled of
gasoline held up an onion
and said, "Big onion,"
to no one in particular.
He smiled at Bill
and Bill looked at his socks.
At the checkout counter,
Bill found himself
behind a big guy
whose T-shirt read,
"Second Place
is the First Loser."
The checkout girl said,
"How are you doing today?"
Bill said, "Fine, thanks,
how are you?"
She didn't answer.
Bill felt used.
As he waited for his next bus,
Bill stared at
a torn shopping bag
that was blowing in the wind
on the end of a broken pole
out of a sore
in the corner of his mouth.
(men singing opera)
Bill dropped his keys
on the counter
and stood there
staring at them,
suddenly thinking about
all the times
he'd thrown his keys there
before
and how many days of his life
were wasted
repeating the same tasks
and rituals in his apartment
over and over again.
But then he wondered if,
realistically,
this was his life,
and the unusual part was his
time spent doing other things.
(scrubbing)
Bill sat down and read
a celebrity interview.
Then he watched the ants
crawl around in his sink.
(fluttering noise)
That night, Bill dreamt
of a monstrous fish head
that fed upon his skull.
(eerie exhale)
(low guttural sound)
In the morning,
Bill felt really tired
even though
he'd just been sleeping.
a manatee on it for the month.
the manatee was staring at him.
Bill sat in the living room
with a giant box of crackers.
He thought some food
might help him get going,
but felt kind of strange eating
in front of the television
without having it on.
Pretty soon he was watching
a boxing match
on a Mexican channel.
He'd been watching
a lot of boxing lately,
but didn't really know why.
In the fourth round, there was
an accidental head butt
that split open one of the
They showed it over and over
again in slow motion.
Before he knew it,
Bill had eaten
the entire box of crackers.
He felt really lousy
and didn't want to get up.
He had a sudden urge
to talk to somebody,
so Bill phoned
his ex-girlfriend
and told her about the manatee
on his calendar.
"Did you ever see the movie
about the giant manatee
that attacked a city?"
she asked.
"I think you mean giant mantis,"
said Bill.
"Oh yeah," she said.
"Giant mantis."
(groaning)
The next morning,
Bill felt even worse.
Downtown, the hot smell
of manure
blew past him as he walked.
Bill soon came upon
three dead horses in the road,
apparently struck down
"Well," he thought, "That would
explain the smell then."
He met his ex-girlfriend
during her lunch break
and they took a walk
to the park.
he was near her,
she sort of moved away with a
tight-lipped smile on her face
as though everything
were okay.
Mostly they talked
about death.
seemed too claustrophobic,
and Bill didn't want
to be cremated
after he'd read that
the intense heat
boils fluids in the skull
until your head explodes.
He decided that he'd want
his body shot off into space
in a rocket ship.
He figured it'd be too expensive
to launch the weight
of his entire body,
but maybe just sending his head
into space would be good enough,
preferably in front of
a little window.
His ex-girlfriend said
if she knew Bill's severed head
was floating around
above her in space.
Bill was given a new booklet
at the clinic
discussing potential memory loss
in his treatment.
Inside was a cartoon character
saying,
"I don't know about you folks,
but I could lose my keys
eatin' breakfast."
His neighbor, trying to be
helpful but failing,
cornered Bill in the parking lot
to explain
how cryogenic scientists
until a point in the future
when microscopic robots
could repair it.
Bill daydreamed about
all the brains in jars
he used to see at school,
how he used to wonder
whether there were still
somehow pieces of individuals
inside,
scattered fragments of
partial dreams or lost memories
lodged deep within
that dead tissue,
or whether this entire archive
is immediately erased
the moment that the body fails.
in a new light,
how everyone's just little more
than that frightened,
fragile brain stem
surrounded by meat
and physics,
too terrified to recognize
the sum of their parts,
insulated in the shells
of their skulls
and lower middle class houses,
afraid of change,
afraid of decisions,
afraid of pain,
stuck in traffic
listening to terrible music.
(cheesy disco music)
and said,
"Last night I dreamt
all my toes fell off."
On the way to his front door,
"Sup," as in "what's up?"
Inside, he noticed a weird
wet spot on his mattress
that he didn't remember
being there before.
Bill watched part of
a documentary program
about a 5,000-year-old ice man
that was found in Italy.
Scientists explored its colon
and everything
on live television.
Bill wondered if the ice man
could have ever imagined
this would one day
have happened to him.
That night, Bill dreamt
he was at the seaside,
desperately throwing dead bodies
off of a little boat.
(splash)
(seagulls cawing)
Bill took a walk in the park
to try and get some fresh air.
He noticed somebody
had written
"I Love You"
in the playground sand,
and he thought that was
really beautiful.
As he continued on,
shot down his pant leg.
That was unexpected.
Then some little fat kid
with a deformed foot
tried to sell him
a magazine subscription.
Bill looked at the list
of magazines for sale
Then he wondered why
he wondered that.
On his way to the clinic,
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