Mentalechoes

9.15am, friday. I work from home on friday. I’ve had been working for 45 minutes, in a pair of tracksuit pants and a sleeveless shirt, with some lilting psytrance tunes on winamp playing to get me in the mood to do something productive. Then there’s a knock at the front door. Hmmm… who the fuck could that be at this ungodly hour? I open it up and it’s my neighbour from upstairs.

“Do you have any water”?

“Well… I… err…”.

“Because the neighbours downstairs turned it off and they didn’t inform any of us not even a not to say the water was going to be turned off or for how long and then she was so rude to me she went… blah blah blah… water had to be turned off because of the plumber and nobody knew we were all connected… blah blah…”.

I was wondering when she was going to take a breath. Or slow down. But she didn’t look like she was going to do either.

“Some people are just so rude”! She said as she shot a look of pure venom down the staircase at the offending individual.

And with that she headed back up to her own apartment. I was left to ponder what it was all about.

Ten minutes later as I was sitting in front of my computer working once more, I started wondering if it had happened at all, or if I had just had an acid flashback and imagined the whole thing.

Are you sure The Matrix is just a movie?

Andy.