by Peter Runfola / me
Parameters: write story about staying awake all night
Many things .. most things, even ? .. in life are by design.
The program allowing these black and white pixels to form themselves into the architecture of the alphabet, for one.
For two, the gloriously designed conflagration-in-waiting housed within the plastic shell of a lighter: A remarkable device if given just the tiniest of thought : simply spin its wheel and – Voila .. appearing before your eyes : nothing less than the same magic which keeps you warm in winter. While its liquid cousin powers the vehicle which takes you to work – affording you same said wintertime warmth.
Its very name .. both the sound and the look of .. fits as a three-piece-suit .. unto itself : FIRE !
Yet … Is it a scary word simply because we’re aware of its inherent power and are intimidated by its sheer, uncontrolled rage if left alone?
To say that it is alive would not be a stretch .. it breathes .. it grows / has phases, no less – evolving from a meek ‘child’ into a raging ‘adult.’ It feeds itself .. even belches after consuming a particularly satisfying stand of trees .. or homes.
From softly hissing kisses hissing ever so softly .. to an all-consuming rage both fierce and lofty .. an uncontrolled beast which exists purely to consume and destroy.
On an only somewhat related thought : How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Simply and only : As much wood as a woodchuck could chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
No more. No less. Same with our friend / foe Mr. Fire. Ie as much wood as he could. More or less.
‘More or less,’ indeed. For it would be a difficult task to attempt to quantify the maelstrom of mayhem wrought by its insatiable self. And .. regarding ‘less is more,’ a first cousin of ‘more or less?’ Fugetaboutit.
He’s simply some sneaky non sequitur sincerely pleading to be taken seriously .. just once. But .. on the other hand .. there are five fingers .. additionally, one might say if bent on always feeling the need to accentuate the positive.
And .. why the fuck not? The other hand signaled in Braille .. as it was feeling a tad left out of the conversation .. and didn’t wish to miss its chance to Be Recognized !
Oh .. and this? This somewhat coherent / somewhat rambling diatribe?
Nothing other than a tangible tale of staying awake all night.
More or less.
Thank you very much.