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.
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Comfortably numb comes to mind.
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.
that's Brooklyn
wow. walking man and yodood nailed it with their comments...i got nothing better...so true.
Word. The first line immediately brought The Beatles to mind, and the last line is just gold. And, obviously, the subtext is perfectly implemented.
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 ;]
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
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!
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'
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.
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