POL Arida - RIP

Let’s start at the end. Today at 4.15 GMT the Coroner signed the little bit of paper that confirmed, POL Arida is dead. It’s funny how when you die everything goes backwards, the smoke comes out your lungs and the cigarette gets bigger, you drive your car backwards to the supermarket and the first thing that happens is that people give you money to put food back on the shelves. You then reverse back to your house and look in the fridge. As for toilets, let`s not go there. The ultimate recycling has begun.

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Its starts with blackness and finishes with blackness, the bit in between, or the bit I call `order`, is the bit where you spend a lot of time putting things in boxes that then create more `order`. I suppose having a lot of boxes by the end makes you a winner. What exactly you have won remains a mystery.

If anything the boxes just give clues to the person, the popular boxes are the ones which other people relate to their own boxes. “Look there lays POL Arida surrounded by boxes and vacuuming his own shit.” It’s a sight worth recording, if only for the realism that that will be you one day. On that note would it not be a great commercial idea to take people`s blogs and print them onto novelty toilet paper? I would have bought that and used them as special Xmas gifts so that folks could read a bit and then use a bit. It would work I think but admit the brail version might be tad uncomfortable.

So, everything that is written here has been written before this day, just like everything that has been thought, has been thought before. There is nothing really original, only boxes which are not boxed shaped and those tend to be more interesting. And anyway, let’s face it, you cannot write something you haven`t already thought, so it’s going to be recycled no matter what you write. Just like you can`t shit unless you have already eaten it. The world works in obvious ways so sign up here for “Recycling News”, a publication brought to you from inside a dead person’s box!