I’m sitting in the cafeteria at IKEA.
A camera is filming behind my shoulder.
I’ll wait for a second until you put yourself
in the picture. Just like you see in those
travel documentaries: the rush of the traffic
on the freeway, the confusion in parking,
the colours, flags, curtains, noise, people,
a sudden sound, a glare from the window,
all in the little TV screen, an obvious time-
traveller with his chin in his hand, smiling.
He excuses a couple who just bumped his back
with a tray of scrambled, cafeteria breakfasts.
His blue, plaid shirt survived the sausage attack.
It would have been the same cordial scenario if
the portal camera wasn’t capturing inhabitants.
Living at this time, in a metro world is amazing!
The exuberance of passion, trust and daily
commitment is overwhelming to any alien tourist.
“Sociologically aware dwellers meet their needs
while coping with a myriad of disruptions.”
Could this be our frantic future? The film is
being produced to play to an audience in 1966.
Where they now stand is in an empty, grass field.
Only a two-lane highway makes its way to Ajax.
It is impossible for the octogenarians to image what
will happen. As for me, I’m not sure if I am real
or only a pre-constructive actor. The grin is genuine.
I’ve spotted a reflection of the crew in the Stockholm
display of wine glasses by designer Anne Nilsson.
The editor will fix this part of the travelogue drama.
Soon, I’ll be on to my next assignment, but for
this moment, this place, this time, is where I belong.
Thru technological complexity, my hands and eyes
can take part in celebrating futuristic, fantastic things.
The greater metropolitan area stretches out beyond
the high-rises. Stories flow, lives change every second.
Here, you are as much a part of the mix as the hollow
furniture and paper, light fixtures. The music going
thru your head is reminiscent of ancient glass and wood.
Absent, cold glances and gestured, hand customs
enhance the visual experience. A worried tone of
exhaustive, body combinations begins to sink in.
The camera rolls to capture atmosphere and action.
‘To go home’ is what everyone is looking for.
Boxes are being packed into cars at the pick-up.
I am left, walking into the crowd eating a hot dog
and an ice cream. Tomorrow, the director says,
“tuck in your shirt, so the love generation will know
that we are filming in Kensington Village.”
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