Well I used to, night after night. It eventually stopped, but here it is.
I'm walking down Mill Ave. on a crowded night when I spot someone that I feel compelled to approach.
I really don't know who he is.
I walk over to him and ask," Have you ever seen anyone slowly and completely disappear right in front of you?", "No" he replies.
"Then watch me now and you will."
I dramatically slam my hands onto a concrete planter (like a magician), and somehow, each wrist is impaled by knives.
Without a word, I walk away, toward the Mill Ave. bridge.
It's still very crowded as I cross Fifth Ave. Blood is dripping on to the asphalt from my wrists. I don't recall feeling a thing as this is all happening.
I look back at him briefly, and he's staring at me.
No one else seems to see me, but he does. He knows exactly what's happening.
I am disappearing completely, slowly, right in front of him.
Short and weird, but that's it.
It always left me feeling very conflicted, and confused.
Try as I might I can't find any deeper meaning from it.
That said, in real life, so far at least, I've felt death's stare a few times and it's never invoked any panic or fear.
Who knows about what the future holds, but so far, so good.
namasdave
