Eulogy for Dani
14 hours ago
"The world... ravaged... the sun beat down on the carbon stricken rock. Civilisation... a distant memory. Human-robot sex... the norm. Each day, every day, survival and ... how? this-thus."
A not too distant, distant too hot near-future.
You when this really causes distraction for me...when somebody does something stupid in a car that ends up being a hassle for me.
ReplyDeleteI'm serious. I guess it's because of the destinational nature of driving a car...
My mind immediately starts pondering the million little things...going back into the house for forgotten keys, 5 miles slower they miss a green light, etc...that could have kept them from being in that spot at that time.
P.S. a little Sneaker Pimps might be just what the day needs.
ReplyDeleteWe'll see after we stop pretending to work...a bald face charade this day has been...and leave.
Driving is kind of a compressed metaphor - may be metaphor is too abstract - for life. How I arrived at the Sneaker Pimps as the tune for this, was just free association, which got me thinking about cause and effect and the arbitrary nature of - versus the regular habit of connecting - things.
ReplyDeleteI just realised, after all these years, that the "Six Underground" is a reference to "Six feet Underground" - LOL, I'm so slow to catch-on sometimes!
ReplyDeleteIt's not a pleasant line of thinking...necessarily.
ReplyDeleteYou know in a collumbarium they put you in a niche.
You aren't being held for having done harm to a body in a wig...are you?
ReplyDeleteAre you allowed to receive toiletries...what about cash. I know you need cash for the cantena...I don't want you having to make any "deals" for cigarettes.
ReplyDeleteI assume they don't allow file lengthed cakes anymore.