Diary of an unborn writer #32

"You are not the centre of the world and there are some things in life you can't control"

He said.

I asked him about spirituality and he said that.

You know the big great all absorbing thing.

And he said that.

He's a Spanish man with a bigger being and more sparkly eyes than many care to notice. Humble to the extreme and deeply confident while shy. He was a monk for six years, following the order of Mother Teresa before skipping off in Manchester to work in a prison there.

Now he's landed in a large multinational with a goal of reaping profits from the legions of the rich.

There are whispers, whispering that the New Time has come but that was over a beer and we were way too tired to head out dancing so slept until noon. The Spanish man forgotten, Pixie's red hair falls across my chest.