Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.

He wakes up. He swims in a sea of sadness. He sees the shore and makes his way, slowly, towards the firm ground. He is asked if he uses chewing tobacco or snuff. He did not realize that he woke up in the 19th century this morning.The only people who seem happy with Hamas and Fatah joining together are in a room shaking hands. Some people with flags also look happy but there is no sense what is going on inside their minds. Maybe they just like flags. There is a lot of yawning on the bus. He eats chocolate eggs for supper and he orders a pizza he neither wants nor can afford. There are no dreams.The wrong name is on the train but he gets on it anyway. It goes to the right place. Sometimes Faith is justified.He watches as conditions are improved for workers in Bangladesh as skirmish leads to death in Ukraine as consumers are told to act morally and he learns that he has below average confidence.Everything is being overwhelmed and their are no definite solutions to bring peace for anyone. It is time for Mars to be colonized for a fresh start as an activist talks about politicians as if politicians have any power at all to do anything. Pollen in the air makes the day a catastrophe. He is in a film that appears in an art gallery in New York. It is successful. He bathes in it’s success. He still feels dirty. He feels dirty and confused. He is in the presence of an ex-Prime Minister. He feels unremarkable. There is a lot of flurrying and unnecessary stress. Islamist extremists are blamed for all the ills of the world. They are a perfect enemy. They will never give up. They will never surrender. They will never be destroyed. Everything is black. The pin of light in front of him gets slowly larger and larger and larger and larger and then he has a cup of chai and then, because there is nothing else to do, he goes to sleep.

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Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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