Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Evidence

They would call this evidence, if they knew better what it was.  Evidence of what?  Well, of many things.  Evidence of a disrupted state of mind, perhaps.  or evidence of the neurochemical affects of long term stress.  maybe evidence of a broken heart.  evidence of a crime.  What matters is that it is evidence, and nothing else.  Just like the evidence everyone knows, this evidence will be carefully documented, cataloged, put into zip-lock bags, and tucked away in a dark room with a cage for a front door until the time arrives for it to be taken out in the light again and put it on display for some noble 12 to ponder.  When all is finished, though, when the flashbulbs have burnt themselves out, when the newspaper headlines have yesterday's date on them, then again this will just be evidence, tucked away in a dark crowded room with a cage for a front door, a room full of evidence.