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We're inside our hearts...
I was in a desert, the horizons stretched out as far as I could see and the cooling sands were causing heatwave distortion patterns around me making it feel more like the inside of an aquarium than a desert.
The shifting sound of footprints in the sand caused me to turn and see the approaching koala bear, it was weather-beaten and slightly mangy, most certainly the runt of its litter. It dropped down into a sitting position at my feet and looked up forelornly.
You're going to tell me you're my spirit-animal and this is all in my head, aren't you, I asked it.
"Don't be so fucking stupid. It should be blatantly obvious to you anyway, whats the use in me saying so?"
And why am I here?
"Oh some cosmic bullshit about reaffirming your drive and motivation after another life experience setback. Don't ask me, I didn't ask for this job"
Is the desert a metaphor for the emptiness of professional advancement and goals in my life?
"Probably. You ask me its cause there's not a lot inside your head worth visualising, but then its the same with most spirit animal meeting places. You'll be conjuring up some creature comforts in a minute or two when your mind adjusts to the idea"
And with that we sat down at the white iron garden furniture table and chairs and I nibbled on a stick of celery while the koala gobbled down some eucalyptus leaves.
Aren't you supposed to help me through this? I asked him.
"Huh. Oh yeah right. Chin up boy, you'll do fine, the world is your oyster and all that crap"
Very encouraging. I expect you're my spirit animal cause you're lethargic, mangy and the runt of the litter, yes? Talk about wrapping the moral of the story in an anvil.
"Well you're the one who thinks deep down inside that you look like Clive Owen"
I do. If he can be the next James Bond why can't I?
He chased after me as I climbed the steps up the Mayan-style pyramid to the triangular prism at the top, a single glaring open eye rotating within. In the far off distance I could make out a young woman riding a white stallion, her robes flowing in the wing. Over to one side a man grasping a dolphin's dorsal fin dived in and out of the dunes, cresting the surf.
"Look, its like psychotherapy right? This is a self-involved exercise where you try and make yourself feel better after a bit of self-pity about being turned down for two jobs in one morning. I show up and sprinkle pixie dust around and say everything will be alright and you get on with the arduous task of chasing agencies and websites"
Sure, best way to make me feel better is to remind me that I've brought you upon myself.
"Well if it'll make you feel any better I do have one little bit of good advice. It has helped in the past"
Hit me.
"Slide"
Mar.11.2002