An Odd Post
Many days start with wrong turns. Just waking up can work against you. Say your foot bangs a floorboard, you hop around cursing, and you slip on a stray bar of soap and crack your skull in two. This is a sign that a craptacular day is upon you.
Supposing you *do* pass this first trial, what about food? Assuming you don't stick a fork through your hand, or spoon sulfuric acid into your milk without noticing, what's to stop you from grabbing your customary morning banana and swallowing it too quickly, catching it in your throat, and dying of asphyxiation? No, this day augurs ill for you, sir (or madam).
Why put up with it? Why risk bodily injury, simply to satisfy our civilization's dull, stupid command that all of us should look sharp, go out into a gloomy world, and act busy? No, I say! No!
Fight it, fight this insanity all you can! Don't allow a country fraught with traps and traitors to drag you down and out of sight! If you must go, go kicking! Constant proofs of your own mortality lurk in myriad locations: in thin cracks, around doors, lying in wait in old junkyards. Run from shadows! Don't look for what such horrific visions contain; what *isn't* found can turn out just as fatal!
(Actually, this is a good way to think about this post, too...hint hint hint...)
Supposing you *do* pass this first trial, what about food? Assuming you don't stick a fork through your hand, or spoon sulfuric acid into your milk without noticing, what's to stop you from grabbing your customary morning banana and swallowing it too quickly, catching it in your throat, and dying of asphyxiation? No, this day augurs ill for you, sir (or madam).
Why put up with it? Why risk bodily injury, simply to satisfy our civilization's dull, stupid command that all of us should look sharp, go out into a gloomy world, and act busy? No, I say! No!
Fight it, fight this insanity all you can! Don't allow a country fraught with traps and traitors to drag you down and out of sight! If you must go, go kicking! Constant proofs of your own mortality lurk in myriad locations: in thin cracks, around doors, lying in wait in old junkyards. Run from shadows! Don't look for what such horrific visions contain; what *isn't* found can turn out just as fatal!
(Actually, this is a good way to think about this post, too...hint hint hint...)