how do i feel

july 15, 2005. friday.

the loss of a cellphone may not matter, in the final analysis, in the greater scheme of things that one can call life.

one could as easily just have lost one's life in the defense of property (cellphone) as can be readily observed in those morbid single paragraphs in the crime sections of daily tabloids.

the inevitable reflex of the mind, to rationalize: it could have been worse. as it was, all it was, really, was a couple of gents (hoods?) staking out a likely target, making well rehearsed moves, and emerging with their prize.

as i told the production manager, hopefully their families (if they had any) would benefit from the cash influx obtained by the sale of my cellphone.

or i could equally wish them all visited by a plague of misfortune.

but that's not how the world operates, such as it is. property and ownership can be a fleeting thing, it just depends on chance at times.

and retribution? we'll never know.

all i know is that if there's a next time, when someone sits beside me in a non-crowded jeep a trifle too closely (and somewhat forward, too), it's time to check the pockets.