Decals and denials

What do I know about signs? You use your senses to see them.  You use your mind to understand them.  You use your heart to learn them.  What I don't know about signs?  They simply appear because you want them to. Your senses, your mind and your heart create the sign for you to see, understand and learn. Paradoxically, the signs’ very existence is purely reliant on you? 

The signs are there, what is reliant is their meaning – their cause-and-effect relationship.  The indexical signs.

All things, tangible or not, have a life span.  All things change.  Progressively, instantaneously, unknowingly and sometimes in the form of your car catching on fire.  When the latter happens it’s almost always catastrophic and inconvenient but completely crucial to walk away, and by walk I mean RUN for your life.  Leaving behind the things you cling to; cellphone, wallet and wakeboard and escaping with just your self-body and nothing holding you back. A flame, I mean a flaming car is a sure sign that what was once functional, reliable and adventurous is now no longer.  My car however, was not a flame, it was a 10 year relationship.  My car conversely did not want to go to anyone else either and so politely wrote itself off.  

So what do you do when this happens and you still need to move on? You expend all your savings, your muster and your dreams to travel and you get a new car. A new relationship.  Less mileage, better specs and the complete opposite colour. Because something has to be different.  Now back to my new car, and only about my car, I love it!  It’s fast and it’s fierce and it’s small and it’s got a sunroof. It’s like me. I don’t want anyone else to have this car either.  So what do I need to do? Decal the back window of course.  Cheesy for sure but when even your father thinks it’s a good idea, then well I guess it is. It’s not ✯NorCal✯ as before, but it’s NorCΔl with an open side. The things is I can’t name it NorCal like the last, so I’ve been brainstorming a new name. Δ  Delta = Change.  But Delta seems far too feminine right? With a lightbulb moment I google translate the Greek word for strong. Ισχυρός.  Okay that looks great but how the fuck does one pronounce it?  

This is the moment before the moment. When you think you’ve got your shit together and you’re merrily life-ing. The moment before the fucking sign comes out of nowhere and klaps-you-in-the-face-moment. Cause and effect signage.

A female voice responds when I click the little speaker next to the word and she says: “iss-he-ros”  or asks.  The biatch derisively asked I’m certain. NO THE FUCK HE ISN’T. Thanks for reminding me.

I continue to search for different worlds, I mean words.

In fact that’s a lie, at least literally.  I gave up on google and my car is currently nameless in the reliant hope that it will just appear – like a damn sign.