Friday, December 18, 2009

Fables from a Forgotten Place: Awakening

Nobody read the news today, the newspaper pages were blank.
On the underground train we saw the minutes go past like stations on life’s timeline.
Past the dirty window long forgot, no names of dead celebrities and long lost pets.
On arrival at the warehouses, we found that all superfluous positions had been erased; returned to the institutions where fantasy careers are composed, and where reality comes to destroy.
Disconcerted by the return of personal responsibility, we milled in quiet whispers uncertain whether to be angry or concerned.
Finding ourselves without protection from trips and falls, without guidance on exactly how to perform our duties, we resorted to looting stationery cupboards; ripping up carpet tiles to find that they only covered concrete floors; and wandering off, disorientated, we were hit by passing cars heading for the cliff edge.

10 comments:

the walking man said...

Comfortably numb comes to mind.

Yodood said...

Holy shit! Mankind trained, coddled, fattened, made useless to themselves and abandoned by mother culture. You nailed it with a twenny-penny, my friend. This piece could be so much longer — I rarely stop so well.

Word verification varification: obsoide: absurd as pronounced in Broolyn, about the human condition you paint.

Yodood said...

that's Brooklyn

Brian Miller said...

wow. walking man and yodood nailed it with their comments...i got nothing better...so true.

JeffScape said...

Word. The first line immediately brought The Beatles to mind, and the last line is just gold. And, obviously, the subtext is perfectly implemented.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Walking Man: Numb, yes - what's gonna happen if we all wake up?

Yodood: The factories are overflowing, the cull is coming :)

Brian: I gotta retrain as something that doesn't work in an office.

JeffScape (May I call you Jeff?): Not the Beatles! I am the anti-beatles ;]

Mariana Soffer said...

Very intereting, is like what happends when all the modern artifacts that blurr and distracts our minds, which help us escape from our realitie disapear. I do not think we are prepared for that to happen all of a sudden. It should be gradual

Harlequin said...

well, I've said it before on your site, but damn, you must be a spy in my workplace.... whoa...

I particularly liked the line: disconcerted by the return of personal responsibility...

what a concept!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Mariana: Like boiling frogs - not sure I can take any more heat

Harlequin: my workplace! HSE recently declared the installation of xmas decorations too dangerous - ladders were subsequently employed by the capable workers of the 'facilities department'

Trulyfool said...

Yeah. I've felt such disarray. It almost seems this is a prose poem arguing the need for social stability. The horror of not having it is -- despair.