THE CONCEPTION

The idea started while gazing out into the Bermuda triangle, from the Ritz Carlton. Looking down at the ocean reflecting the waning moon, I couldn’t believe that I had felt more mental peace and joy in prison. Yes, I have a story, who doesn’t. I saw buildings being constructed in locations that would soon flood and thought to myself how clever and greedy humans can be. I think we should offer assurance, not insurance, but who am I? Chopin Nocturnes, No.3 in G Minor fades away and one of my mother’s famous quotes plays in my head, “if you can’t beat them, join ‘em....”, her American Italian accent reverberating throughout my head down to my heart and into my soul. “Not an option” I say aloud as my wife shouts, “What?” from the unnecessarily large bathroom and room service comes to the door. “Nothing!” I speak. “Come on Chloe, show some gratitude, you did it, you’re alive, what more do you need now?”. Disgusted by my conflicting thoughts and troubled yet inspired by my mother’s voice, I convince myself it’s all fine, in hope of finding some type of internal harmony. That approach inevitably fails as it always has. I can’t wage a war against the biggest and wealthiest people of the world...or can I?