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Rohan Rain — on Instagram you see the real me.
Cannes for coffee. On a perfect morning.
The train, smooth and air conditioned with plugs to charge,
Skims the rails and keeps to time as the blue flash Med runs alongside — an azur strip of possibility.
(On Instagram, you see the real me. It’s life that I spin and use for the act.)
Last night, whilst lining up the moon’s water line, I was unexpectedly chatted up by a college student, who wanted to know if I was here alone.
He seemed harmless, so we got talking — me in my pyjamas and him in skinny jeans and specs.
I learned that he is an engineering student in the States; a champion kick boxer who runs classes for kids to fund college — and a Rap artist with many followers on You Tube!
His name is Rohan Rain.
Yeah, right!
Rohan Rain — you dare to feign your identity in real life?
Rohan Rain — is that really your name?
I suspend my disbelief willingly and join the game — but I’m in front of you boy — and your pretence seems lame
yet — strangely convincing; in moonlight, engaging…
Engineer? — possibly…
Musician? — maybe. So why here, solo, hitting on a Granny instead of the Grammies??
Kick Boxer? — give me a break! I don’t mean to be mean, but…
I glide on the train — Rohan Rain on the brain
Disquiet:
Is reality something that we all make up? Cognitive Dissonance — Matrix compliance?
Why can’t we face it head on?
What is more draining than sustaining a lie?
