Scuttling and Scurrying

[fiat_knox]

To the Mundanes I see all around me.

I see you all.

I watch you as you scuttle to work, and scuttle back and forth to lunch and back to work, and scurry back home or down to the pub.

I observe you as you scurry directly home from work, straight to work from home; and I watch the worst of you as you get out of the house in the morning to stumble onto the bus and, once you arrive in town, lurch straight into the JD Wetherspoons to begin the day's hard drinking regimen that has become the sole focus of your lives.

I see you chasing the pounds, chasing your own tails, chasing after oblivion.

I see it all, and I can hear the voices inside your heads.

I hear them all, screaming.

I am not surprised. If I lived a life as pitiful as this, I'd be screaming, too.

Comments

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

I see it all, and I can hear the voices inside your heads.

I hear them all, screaming.

You know, they make tinfoil hats for that.

Tinfoil Hat

[fiat-knox.livejournal.com]

In my case, it'd be to protect the mundanes from hearing my broadcast thoughts.

Re: Tinfoil Hat

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Marge! We're freaking out squares!"

Re: Tinfoil Hat

[fiat-knox.livejournal.com]

:) I consider that my solemn, sacred duty.