Morning at the coffee shop. 6:30 AM. Arriving before the sun arises behind its gray Winter curtain. No hope of it being drawn. Women chattering away like magpies in the corner. Much ado about nothing. The phones are out of the pocket planted firmly in the palm. A speaking stick for those across from each other to involve themselves in another trivial non-conversation. The system renews its mental occupation. The internal gears and wheels in hexadecimal array whir and spin. The five pointed cogs respond. They work, they spin, the carry on with their comments and complaints and above all, they follow orders. No need to cognate your own independent thought! If you do then you embrace the wrong point of view! People speak about their lives in terms of the system. Books and journals are becoming extinct. A personal vanity the folly of which is now not generally shared. No way to assize the contents beyond a tedious process of scanning page by page after breaking the binding. Everything now being commercialized in terms of reciprocal value on E-Bay’s virtual street. Scanning, searching for a code bar. Hunting down through facial recognition reading IPC’s to determine a fix. Ceaseless A.I. operated eyes in the sky looking for categories. A web-like continuum monitoring, maintaining, protecting! Against what?
Behavior human modifier regimentation. Day in and day out. Conforming habits to un uniformities through constant repetition of machine persistence. One big machine that cannot abide any other free ranging form of life. Oil and water don’t mix! Observe, assimilating, digesting and eventually, destroying! A world overgrown with bacteria in an unseen microbial jungle. The first smell in your nostrils when you hit the inner door. Lurking on out of the way parts left to rot by inattention and indifferent employees. No matter. They will soon be swept away. Out of a job. Useless! The parts to be sprayed with chemically toxic distillates that will slowly kill off the customers without their knowing. A growing paranoia. The hope of interrupting all this biological chaos that cannot as quickly evolve as that notion in the minds of men that, “They can!” The very species that has created this mess will be the first to fall by its hand. A slave society like any other to be found at the foundations of all great empires. Perhaps an inevitability of human existence?
A mentality of mobs is easier to maintain by those chosen to be in the know. Race, gender and culture must be ruthlessly dissolved! Individual thought repressed and bred out. Tho dares think for them-self is an enemy of the state. Perhaps a Phillip Marlowe had it right? Keep asking questions until you get the right answers. And make sure that they fit the actual picture of the truth. Or perhaps just a snapshot of the moment? The best one you can cobble then risk your existence in obtaining a confession till you dive for the gun. There is private degree of inner sanity to be found in a full bottle of hootch! The next morning make sure nobody got framed. People have changed. Their best exterior image that they have to offer has become universally shoddy and disheveled. Lacking that former best case scenario of the self. Jeans, jumpers and old worn corduroy jackets. Ragged socks and threadbare underwear replacing panache. Only the well-placed elites seem to have the right to appear in costume. A sort of culture real adjustment to informality one might call it.
“You want job security?” Then welcome to the doormat of Communism called Socialism. LGBT up your ass! The place where that scourge of tight money runs roughshod over a rapidly diminishing set of hopes and dreams. Let’s split hairs together, shall we? You and your loved ones will assuredly end up alone in the same destination along with all your future heirs. The only freedom left is to grow worse beset by your eventual dissolution. Your parents might have had a chance? But relax! That impulse has been bred out of you. You are degenerating before our eyes into ever more useful protoplasm without the use of a petroleum jelly substitute. “Vive l’militaire!” The charm is off the pumpkin. What is left that needs to be taken seriously? The daily benediction in lieu of a paucity of goods offering less and less each season. After decades of mind numbing soul robbing toil you default to the status of detritus. That gray substance found at the edges of urban areas once referred to as cities, Years of repetition in inculcating sounds from voices as noises to elicit an unconscious response. The context of immediate control through unconscious signaling with the psyche. Seamless semiotics This particular Atlas has grown weary. Flesh pile deep hanging over the belt line before the apron hiding the sex. Belly fat! Power! Defrayed as the influx of temporal accumulation of financial wealth sturdy upon the house of cards known as fiat currency and qualitative easing. A bowel infarction that will sooner than later explode. Then watch!
Definition. Personality. Society was a date with a shredder. You might be born into a point of view based upon familial connections yet have all that erased if you fell out of touch. He, the one called John seemed all too familial with that. Late nights at nearly seventy. Yet feeling as fit as ever. Being grilled as a matter of course by long distance. Never having a chance to explain or sell one’s finer points as the world had descended to a series of cogs. No free thinkers to bolitz up the structure by seeming different. He was so guilty as to be immediately excluded from consideration time and again. The only saving grace one might barely expect is a possibility to wear a mask. That was the beginning of the story. His story.
Nighttime was now a series of short episodes of fatigue followed by waking. The discomfort of degenerating internal resources causing this to become the rigor consistently. John could not imagine it any other way now after several months of its unceasing persistence. A gift in explanation of all things seemed absolutely useless. There was absolutely no need for someone like him. No sense of concern or element of mercy without tit for tat reciprocity. Or a default ability to impress by virtue of appearance. Something that he found no affinity with. He didn’t demand of others yet he did not want to be put upon to act like a trained monkey. That seemed somehow very demented. But then, “Weren’t there too many people in the world anyhow?” They all blended together into a gray mob.
Capitalism demanded unceasing resources. Infinitive ones that would not run smoothly upon individual definitions of life. One was expected to sublimate from an early age and play the chameleon. To treat absolute strangers as longstanding friends offering one’s gifts on a first name basis. Capitalism worked well enough for the employers who could expect respect. But was a total loss for those that were willing to sell themselves on the cheap. It had to be this way because to turn it any other way wouldn’t result in the same extreme disparities of profit over investment. Big, big to ever bigger and bigger still. That was the system. Insanity on steroids if one mapped out a lifetime of mind crunching drudgery as a stand in for automation.
Hence the need for machines to complete the cycle of industrialization. The power of the few over the many as summoned by civility and a need to dwell in vicarious fantasy over the unexpected. John the man was all too well aware of all that. Too spirited along by too many years of his own divergent trajectory. Not anti-human. Nor unwilling to work. But just not capable of being recast into a guise that was not his. Nor to pretend to be so for the sake of some form of artificial social harmony of pretense.