Last night, as I was walking home I saw a balloon. It was just a white balloon tumbling down the road where I live. It was odd in a poetic kind of way. There was noone around. Just this white balloon like a symbol of peace and quiet.

Then I heard it. Loud arguing in the distance. I could not understand what was said but I knew it was arguing because it sounded aggressive. I kept walking and reached my house and as I was opening the door I could hear the voices getting louder. Were they coming closer?

I walked in and before I could find the switch to turn on the light it got extremely loud. An angry mob was running toward the direction of the balloon. I still could not make out what they were saying (double glazing works) but I was curious. I wanted to open the door and have a closer look, hear or ask what was going on but I didn’t. I was curious not stupid!

So instead I looked through the window; they were running and shouting and in the yellow light, that those light posts emit, I could see all the guys running and shouting. Something had happened. Something beyond my grasp, beyond my knowledge. The yellow light made everything look like a black and white film. The whole time I was standing there thoughts rushed through my head. If I was a writer I would have written a fantastic piece about how this image symbolised some sort of struggle to return to innocence and becoming childlike for the sake of a balloon. Instead I simply looked at all those people.

One of them was in a bath robe. Something had happened. Something serious. I cannot pretend to be daft and think that they were actually swearing and shouting at a balloon. Because out of the few double-glazing-muffled words I managed to make out, most of them were curse words. It was after midnight so I went up to my room. I didn’t want to be seen back through the window. I wasn’t looking for trouble and I know all about the cat that died of curiosity (what an awful disease) so I sodded off and went up to my room still thinking of all the things that a writer or a philosopher could think and write about an event like this. I decided I will. My next post will be just that. In fact it will not. I have realised it is boring!

In the meantime I would like you to tell me if you had a similar experience. Something surreal that got you thinking.

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Written by Colin Brooks on 06.03.06 at 2:20 pm.