"Once he is within our custody, we shall take his life. He shall be, henceforth, survived only by the image that stains my CCTV screen."
Security is no longer watching the CCTV. No longer watching someone purchase a rice pouch— Pulsating in a sterile environment— Monitoring an image that was never on tape. Focusing, so deeply, on a soul that was never on tape.
So deeply fixated on those who have committed a crime. Those who are substantially unblemished by sunlight. Those who are continuously touched by our Heavenly Father's sight. Those who unceasingly scale onyx towers draped in a government skin, Waving pure flags against the night.
I often wonder if I would ever run into you. If I do, how would it play out? So, I imagine a scenario where Iam shopping at a supermarket, walking down the aisle, pushing my cart, looking for some mundane little thing and there you will be, next to the cereal aisle, holding your favorite brand of cereal.
What would we do? Will one of us lean in for a hug, smile awkwardly at each other or behave like strangers? Would we exchange numbers, With a promise to catch up soon or do the most natural thing in the world- go to the nearest cafe or pub and have coffee or a drink or two together. Share our stories, wish each other well and part as friends. I hope that's what we'd do.
I would love to walk down that aisle with you. I look for you in every supermarket in the world, I step into.