I think I can only write on a train now. I've completely ruind myself as a non-train-riding writer. I'll have to become a hobo. I'll either have to retrain myself or retrain myself if I'm going to get any writing done.
So, I'm going to use the age-old cop out of bloggers throughout the centuries. I'm going to post something I wrote a long time ago, when the world was still young and innocent. I hope you enjoy it (this time).
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Fallout (originally posted August 2004 on my cogito site.)
No one can explain it. It was supposed to be the end of the world. Instead, it was the anticlimax of human existence. I guess, as it turns out, we don’t have the ability to end to world in one fell blow. That should be a good thing, I know, but it seems to annoy most people a little. The scientists try to blame it on postmodernism, but that makes no sense at all. The laws of science should be immune to such things. The physicists are now claiming that quantum physics changed all that, and that the laws of nature have developed a sense of irony.
So, we all live on. It’s confusing. The leaders who ordered the launch of the missiles are in the unexpected and awkward position of having to apologize. It ended up not being that big a deal, but they didn’t know that. They intended to kill a lot of people. Jerks.
It’s hard to know what to do. I’m finding it harder to reengage in life than it was to give up on it. I’ve called in to work for the past two days, but I guess I should go in tomorrow. Life goes on, as weird as that is.
I think what bugs us, no pun intended, about the whole thing is that it smacks of capricious higher authority. I heard a few people talk about it a little in the coffee shop this morning, but no one has publicly admitted what we’re all thinking: some god, some higher order played a joke on us. Only the cockroaches? The people, the buildings, the plants, the animals...all fine. Unscathed. A loud noise, a bright flash, and dead cockroaches everywhere. It can’t be a coincidence. It’s just too ironic.
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Well, there it is (or was, anyway).
Later. Love.
