A miserable day. One compounded by the fact of having bitten one’s tongue in the midst of night. The second day of the dead stop. Everything different now. The horrible dreams of early morning gone. Replaced by the horrible reality that one cannot quite get used to. That everything in the world is different now. It looks the same. But it is different now. The old world is gone. The hope to go out and catch a quick beer is over. That point in the week which one could look forward to going out with a friend if they had a job and the money is no more. Now everyone is without a job. Or at least most of everybody. Those working wondering when they might soon fall sick and not have their job or their life? Depressing. Gray thoughts in a dark room with an old movie of another empire that our grandfathers help smash to bits. They took a lot longer! This one simply burst like the bubble of the ersatz economy that has floated about bouncing around looking for a pin. Well, boom! The pin finally found us!
What is it really? Some happenstance series of circumstances that led to the unexpected immediacy of outcome in a dire fate? The nadir of scientific research fashioned for geopolitical use gotten way out of control and finally escaped? Or worse yet, simply let loose! A power play by those out of sight who rule the lives of a flock of creatures that they in fact despise? Perhaps of a similar mindset of some of us on the bottom whose journey from naiveté to cynicism has been accompanied by a growing impulse towards self-destruction. The loss of happiness accompanied by the loss of the Sun through the daily intercession of industrially fabricated geo-manufactured clouds. That dour quality of perpetual misty moor fog embracing a setting from Arthur Conan Doyle’s fabrication of the sort of setting that an arch villain would most at home within. Baskerville or Bavaria. This note of not belonging and being cast out of paradise refashioning ones thoughts along the lines of technologically minded Lucifer. A chip on the shoulder carried proudly at the fact of having their life experience insulted from such major powers on high. The only thing impressive left within the common man being his sense of being unfairly betrayed.
So with little if anything left to look forward to beyond more of the same one contemplates the many facets of boredom. How it might be accentuated after its initial introductory period through the application of drink, pills, or smoke. The fumes of others having already jumped the gun rising up and permeating one’s domicile. Only a matter of time until one sinks down into the common oblivion that, like a bubbling cauldron, awaits. What sort of incantation with this witches’ stew provide the latest reigning Macbeth’s? How will we all be refashioned or simply eliminated as needed in the arrival of what has been planned. Is this ‘virus’ an obedient canine servant trained in the lab to seek out the most unworthy among us and send them as a group to a virgin packed paradise or the yin yang hexagram patterned oriental garden? Are all those millions of malignant toys fashioned from many decades of tax dollars now to be brought out and put to their ultimately intended uses? Or could it be that we who go on will from this day forth consider it a good day if we can find a fast food burger once costing fifty cents for only a hundred dollars a pop? Relax! We aren’t going anywhere. There is no where to go. Not for the interminable long term of a currently foreseeable future!