I must say, I have been inspired by the work of Bun Karyudo (boon car-you-dough. Pronunciation is important). I find myself glancing at his blog quite frequently, always profound, always light hearted. When I picture this man, who claims to be in his fifties, all I see is a young thirty five year old rubbing his chin in thought – probably contemplating the oddities that compose the world. His words are intelligent but still carry the whimsical feel of adolescence. I like that, and as I slouch over my bowl of eggs chasing the running yolk with my croissant a smile inches itself out of the corners of my mouth. I’ve just finished reading his blog post Spots of Bother. http://bunkaryudo.com/spots/
My imagination now refueled, I chuckle at the thought of this unhatched egg looking into a mirror, distraught at its yolky flesh dripping away. Egghead’s yolk has no form and is stringing itself into the air holes its fluffy croissant collar provides.
There needs to be an animation of such a thought. Cartoons – the wonders in my mind are often sketched out in them.
How long does Bun sit at his computer before these witty words begin to sprout into cohesion? The thought consumes my breakfast. Every bits tastes like the dissatisfaction of not knowing. Does he even write at his computer? Hmmm. I play out the scenario. Maybe he scribbles on his mental notepad as he moves about his house. Cartoons in my head again. I see a young man, scrawny and tall, desperately pacing as he tries to read what was scrawled on the pad. It’s all chicken scratch, blurred by time and other tasks. The vertically gifted man stomps his foot and huffs, confronted with the notion of starting over.
Break. As I write this I worry that these seemingly obscure thoughts may offend the person who inspired them. I hope this is not the case. Karyudo if you are reading this please don’t read too far into my brains inflated interpretation of your character. However; if you’d like, take refuge in the fact that in the mind of at least one of your readers you are not an old balding man with bouts of acne. In the animated world of my thoughts, you are a slightly neurotic but highly intellectual being that has been hunched at the shoulders from the burdens of such unique qualities. I’m sure your wife finds you very amusing.
I’ve re-read some of what I wrote and I’ll admit it’s a little disturbing. I don’t know this person. I visualize a righteous big headed me, “You shouldn’t be writing this”, she reprimands me. I squint one eye in effort to blur out this thought. To no avail – the bobble head I’ve now labeled as my inner voice begins to yell at me. She sounds like mother when she’s like this. Now I need headphones and my eggs have gone cold. I guess egghead died in exasperation – he couldn’t bear to look at his melting flesh.
Reasonably I should start getting ready for work. OK…
Task one: find the jeans from the laundry I have neglected to fold.
Oh and to the man with a cup for a head – I’m confident you can find the positive of this passage. I offer just one fleeing piece of advice. If you must check for bald spots in your microwave reflection, refrain from doing so if it is running. The radiation is likely to create what you’re looking for. =]