Who Is That Person?

Who is that person? Why are they stopping their motorbike and trying to talk to you through their helmet? What is going on? Is this one of those incidents? Is it Level Two? Level One is when cars mysteriously beep at you as they zoom past you on the road, but Level Two is the stop. Suddenly, you are confronted with someone you haven't seen for twenty years, since school time, and they're gleefully suggesting that you don't remember them. The face is somehow familiar... and then they put you out of your misery, and ten minutes of cheering banter ensue. Then, with a sonic boom, it's all over and you're returned to your previous activity.

Reality is funny that way. It likes to intrude upon people's lives in small doses and then retreat with no warning, leaving some necessary realignment in its wake before being forgotten all over again. No absent-minded stroll down to the river and back is safe! You have been warned! Level Two is not the final level you can reach here, but it's best to not dwell on the significance of Level Three, which is yet to occur.

What could Level Three be? In general? A lost girlfriend meeting you on the bike trail? A mentor figure selling you a burger from a roadside van? Would anything else be that significant? A favourite author wandering into your library, checking to see if they have any of his books in stock? Ah, Level Three, you shall remain mythical to this writer, due to a lack of personal history. Where do some people accumulate all that personal history anyway? Is it a requirement of not being a blogger or mathematician?

Now to return to the regular activities of the week: reading 'No Name', tutoring, the endless DVD marathon, working on 'Alien Landing Centre', and endless worrying about money. What will happen? Will the endless O.U. debate be answered? Will 'The Glove' finally be abandoned as a serial story or will it be turned around with a flourish? We shall have to see...

O.