I open the door to my apartment and step outside of it into the main hall. As I turn to my right to walk down the stairs I see a giant, blank, white wall where there could be an Ad. As a graphic designer I see many possible places for ad-space. I imagine a giant banner, maybe ten feet long by three feet wide. Many places are just opportunistic space for advertisements. I walk towards my car and I see all the blank space on both sides and the back of the car. Many people will allow advertisers to place decals on vehicles in exchange for payment. On my drive to work I pass by buildings where an advertiser could paint an ad. In the future I believe that more open spaces and places you see every day will eventually be bought out by advertisers. I see sidewalks becoming a big place for new ad-space to be. Each advertiser could buy a three-foot by three-foot square to place ads on. This could actually be a way for some cities (especially ones with lots of sidewalk traffic such as Los Angeles or New York) to earn a lot more money for repairs to streets and services they provide. The sides of Water bottles or Starbucks coffee cups could even be possible ad-space if the advertisers were willing to pay enough. The ad would probably show up in a small box on the opposite side of the bottle or cup that has the logo on it. There is ad-space all around us, and I’m surprised advertisers haven’t taken more of it up than they already have.
With a little help from my imagination and a little help from my memory, I can imagine being in a state of inebriation. With their senses impaired, everyone views the world differently than when they are sober. I sit in the comfortable warmth of my apartment as I focus my attention to the television in front of me. My peripheral vision blurs and the attention of my hearing goes in and out of focus between the program on TV and my cell phone as it rings. I stand up and feel a little dizzy. I stay standing and make sure I have my balance before I move my legs. I walk toward my cell phone and pick it up. I hold it closer to my face than I usually would to see what the text message says. I realize it is from my friend living two buildings down from me as I read the text that says “come hang out over here”. I feel glad to have heard from my friend and feel like getting out of my place would be fun. I quickly grab my shoes and jacket and throw them on in a sloppy, uncoordinated manner. I then feel my back pockets in order to remind myself that I have my keys and wallet on me. I walk out of my apartment and close and lock the door behind me, then with slightly wobbly legs I quickly walk down two buildings to my friend’s place. The chill of winter seems to immediately touch my spine and sends shivers throughout my body. When I arrive, I think back and wonder how many times I almost stumbled over my own feet. When I knock on the door I feel a cold numbness running through my hand. The door opens; I step inside, and feel dizzy and warm again.
Sometimes I think what it would be like to experience a day as my pet bearded dragon. I would know that I control the temperature of my body and how fast my digestive system works by how often and for how long I am out in the sun, or the light of my heat lamp. I lay basking in the heat most of the time with a warm rock on my belly because it is the most comfortable thing in the world. I lead a fairly easy life knowing that the predator with the fur and sharp claws and teeth living outside of my magic, see-through force field cannot eat me. Sometimes I get scared and feel the need to run when this predator gets too close to my force field, but then it is stopped by another, larger creature who I am excited to see. This creature creates a loud noise by pulling the ceiling away from where I live. Suddenly, I see the small, tasty, chirping creatures rain from above me and my reflexes kick in. I lunge at them one by one as I reach out and grab them with my sticky tongue. I make quick work of these delicious things as I swallow them after four or five chews. Sometimes I sit as still as I can and wait for another to run in front of me, as I know I can outrun them and they cannot run too far away. When I am thirsty I walk over to the pond that I can just fit my entire self in. the sand that I walk in all day finds its way into the water with me. I bath in the water if it is warm as it helps me digest large meals. I lap at the water once with my tongue and my thirst is quenched. I walk back to my basking stone but stop for what seems like hours on the tree branch where I can climb closer to the heat above me. Later in the day the lights turn off and the temperature where I live cools which makes me tired. I crawl to the small space beneath the basking stone away from the commotion of the really large animals communicating with each other and walking around in the space that they live in. I dig a small divot in the sand that I curl up in and close my eyes as my body cools down and my digestion slows. I fall asleep.
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