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.

He began to think of things

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.

The person greeted Bill

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

to select fruit from only

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

and anxiously sucked blood

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.

His calendar had a photo of

a manatee on it for the month.

It always seemed as though

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

fighter's heads pretty badly.

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

by a large moving vehicle.

"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 noticed that every time

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.

They agreed that being buried

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

she'd be really creeped out

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

could freeze his brain in ice

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.

He began to think of people

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)

His neighbor stared at him

and said,

"Last night I dreamt

all my toes fell off."

On the way to his front door,

Bill's other neighbor said,

"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.

(projector being turned off)

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,

a sudden dribble of urine

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

and angrily wondered why they

didn't offer any Asian porn.

Then he wondered why

he wondered that.

On his way to the clinic,

he found he had a little trouble

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