Me, begging people year after year not to become too polarized…because sooner or later they’ll lose touch with truth, as their metrics become gradually more skewed, and their intel becomes increasingly biased, co-opted, corrupted and fed by agent provocateurs…
Turning around suddenly one day to see everybody at each other’s throats like, “Awww, it’s really happened, hasn’t it?” Right before my eyes, like dying a billion tiny deaths every day, little by little, as if this moment might be the last one left. Such is life …we take one last breath, waiting to “see” if there will be… another.
I open my mouth as if to say something, and all those glares start shifting like gears in my direction, fueled by our fears. As if the fervor behind this engine is deliberating which way to turn the wheel, and I might be caught in those cross-hairs of confused contemplation. The volume of silence grows louder: a sound, somehow, I’m sure you know all too well. A pause before angst leads to anger; that brief moment of hesitation before the steering wheel is yanked around in a deranged race to intercept me at my destination. So I just smile and duck aside. Like a shadow of you, I disappear, as if I were never here at all. The focus of my location abruptly changed, and too late to adjust their pace — my pursuants speed off along their chosen course with an irritated, almost pre-determined rate of perpetual frustration. Now aimless, but on to the next thing, and godspeed. A dream. I start to wonder…has it all ways been this way? If so, then maybe this isn’t the moment we go to “sleep” forever more, afterall, but rather the moment we wake up?
(“Clarion Call: A Swan’s Song, First Whispered Ever-So-Faintly-Faintly by One Canary to Another Nother, Passed Along Downstream As Heard by A Salmon’s Mother On Her Way Up” ///A Science Fiction fantasy from the year 2021)