23 September 2008

Becoming-Gösta

Gösta looks at them leaves and thinks everything will be all right. He wants to lie down in the heap and look at the sky. Gösta will transform into leaves and concrete. Gösta walks into the office with a blank mind. Gösta's mind is a heap.


Gösta and you meet up after another day of shit shovelling. You go for a real long walk. You end up in the same place every time. The drunks growl. You are welcome. You sit down on a couch in a very dark room. You talk and stare into the wall. It's not your block. Slouching in the sofa, you drift off to different parts of the world. You view magical sights and hear magical sounds. Your circles grow smaller and smaller, rings on your fingers, pledges. The common & the exasperation, how they coalesce. Gösta is a mouse. Gösta is an elephant. Gösta is quiet. You are quiet.Gösta admires a red sky. You see a squirell. The squirell scurries away. Gösta has bad eyes.


It's a warm day. You stand at the foot of Kakola hill. You look out on the city. It is yours. You live there. You live there more and more each year. You think about how the city gets different. It moulds you. You talk about moving on. Gösta doesn't. Gösta sniffs the air like a dog. Gösta is not concerned about the future. Will you be a writer, or a scientist? Gösta does not know what he will turn into. "But you'll have to plan for a career". Gösta does not think career. Gösta is told a lot of things. It does not always matter. Gösta does not always listen.

Gösta is hungry. Gösta wants pizza. You do, too. There's a reason why you are friends. You eat pizza and drink beer. Gösta comes to think about something, that time you told Gösta you wanted to "vetää naamat", but you never did. You were nervous and you talked about everything that came to your mind. Gösta and you were walking around in a city of finance and pubs. It was raining. You were unhappy. You were unhappy for different reasons. You sat down in a place that served you food and beer. Gösta started to cry as a song by Tracy Chapman was playing. Gösta talked to you about an essay you were writing. You talked to Gösta about an essay you were writing.

You steal a garbagetruck. You drive home. Gösta is becoming-garbagetruck. Gösta is becoming. Gösta is glad to be with you.

1 comment:

Karin said...

Måste bara kommentera att pizzan i mina gamla kvarter i Portsa är den bästa. Hoppaa Gösta tyckte om den.

Rock on Gösta!
-K