Deep Down
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Matthew Vandenberg. Deep Down
JUST RELAX
BREATH OF THE PHILIPPINES
BREATH OF INDIA AND CHINA
BREATH OF POLAND AND SINGAPORE
BREATH OF BHUTAN
BREATH OF AUSTRALIA
BREATH OF SOUTH KOREA
BREATH OF NORTH KOREA
BREATH OF VIETNAM
BREATH OF PERU
BREATH OF BRAZIL
BREATH OF NEPAL
BREATH OF THAILAND
BREATH OF INDONESIA AND FLORIDA
BREATH OF SCOTLAND
BREATH OF RUSSIA AND ENGLAND
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Whenever I wake up, definitely for the best, I see a sign with a picture of an ear on it. It reads: HEARING LOOP. It always makes me wonder just when in life hearing becomes more important than sight, not aloud obviously, because this would wake the sleeping passengers of this home. I call them PASSENGERS because I think of life as a journey, but I don't think about sights and sounds as much as others do. In fact, I think about a less appreciated sensory experience: that made possible with clear nasal passages. And those, dear readers, are tantamount to windows into my mind, a perfect opening offered for achievements associated with the appreciation of passages yet to be acknowledged as much as written, the silver platter that's the outline of the cloud nine I feel I inhale regularly in order to be on, purposefully, willingly, and categorically.
The nurse hasn't yet appeared by my side and so I drift back to sleep. That quickly. Why waste waking hours on nothing more than rumination? My eyes move rapidly. I'm out. It's less exciting than life itself. My dreams are a little stale because they're too lucid: I know so well that I'm dreaming that the dreams are polluted with knowledge of their abstract identity. Then I want to move like I'm trapped (just a hand), I want to escape like I'm in prison (just some friction), I want to surface like I'm underwater (finally, to find just a breath of truly stale air, not the imagined and mythical type). But I can't move.
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'Mark, I should be remembering YOUR birthday,' Liwayway says, smiling. 'You're not supposed to remember mine. But that is so sweet of you.'
'Magandang umaga,' I say. Beautiful morning.
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