In the midst of the minutiae, perspective is stood outside whilst a bouncer looks it up and down. Patiently hoping tonight it gets past the barrier this time.
Perspective has usually made a big effort too. Not a hair or eyelash out of place. It just knows this is where it should be. Right here, right now. If the crowd inside could only see it.
Inside the club it’s too loud to hear perspective shouting ‘hiya.. can you tell him I’m with you?’. They barely notice it is even there, always just glancing past perspective’s shoulder.
Perspective is not a mug though, it will head back into hibernation if it’s not getting anywhere. Biding it’s time.
On occasions it’s exasperated. Rolling it’s eyes and sighing ‘oh COME on! Just let me in... this is beyond a joke now!’.
But no one ever let’s perspective in early. It’s only welcome when the mood suits.
When the red rope is lifted, on an imperceptible whim, perspective is ready.
It saunters in just like the beat is about to drop on that track you always used to love. Why haven’t you listened to this one for so long? It feels fresh, breathing life into parts of you that had been long forgotten.
The next day you might add it to your playlist. An instant hit. You might skip it. But it’s in the algorithm now. Shuffling around in your synapses until it becomes a familiar favourite.
You reflect on the times you put perspective off.
Deflecting in the hope of protecting yourself.
Which only in retrospect can you see you cannot unwind that clock.