“Never was there
more hollowness at heart than at present”
He had a small clue why
nonsensical
questions irritated him
why
they
raised his hackles
though he didnt expect they would irritate him to the degree they did
the weight of his tshirt
across his
shoulders back and chest became abject
he stripped
it off and flung it carelessly aside
it felt as though it was (it
wasnt) hampering him
people walking near him on the
sidewalk gave him a sudden wide berth and
looked
they looked
didnt
say anything
theyd talk later when they felt
they were safe and that they may have felt endangered
humoured him obliquely
he
hadnt thrown his tshirt at them
or disparaged them
or maybe it was because they were
always in possession of their emotions
cold dead fish
fish were tough to inspire
dead
they
were insurmountable
when his fury and irritation finally
waned he fetched his tshirt and slipped it on again
he stood barechested longer than a couple who ordered barista-coffee sat at
the street
café table retrieved their orders talked held hands
and then sat abysmally distracted after they apparently had to answer
their cellphones
when they rang
had
stayed
he watched them stand awkwardly
then
leave in opposite directions
they
infected him and became yet another irritant something else he couldnt do a damn
thing
about
although
their abrupt unhappiness temporarily defused the questions banging around
inside his skull
since they occurred to him
if someone hadnt been
photographed or was unlikely surveilled in the public sphere did
their unrecorded reality
minimize
their worth or existence
if someone were agitated they were photographed or surveilled in the
public sphere did
they have a right to their anger their
privacy
shouldnt we expect our privacy to
be respected or had the paranoiac
tendencies in
society- or culture-at-large erode and negate our rights to move
as anonymous people
standing by gnawing it lip raw “the
absence of evidence is not evidence of absence”
if someones rights are abraded by
a paranoid whole and the public is sold a cheap line
the
public miserable and rife exposed
to a cult of celebrity (when truly few can be
celebrated)
anxieties
exacerbated
is someone unrecognized someone to be feared
Fear is the drug of Our Time
we are addled by it we are at it like mewling junkies
babes
at a womans tit
it is sold by those who turn a livelihood at our expense who have no
qualms or
sympathies and sell it by any means possible
they
lie and caught lying
they double-down
on their lies
doubling-down is a
strategy a ploy they learned trickle-down from other prominent liars
who arent and
werent held to account
and doubling-down they portend how formidable they are
they are relentless
because so
many have relentlessly
accepted their lies
1532, Wednesday,
1 10. 14
“Never was there more
hollowness at heart than at present"
(Walt Whitman -- Democratic Vistas, 1871)
thanks Biblioklept
