{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

Holden,

Thank you for your words.I have nothing profound to add to your words. I think and sense that there is a demonic force at play in our human nature and this world. Oceans of blood flow every single minute. But we are prisoners in this giant prison called Earth. Our body is a prison. Layers and layers of prison. Suffering and pain are inescapable. Life is inevitable.

You see, Holden, this capital city has very few public restrooms. Many people, including me, are forced to urinate on the walls or behind trees. It is neither nice nor healthy. Many years ago I had to ssshiit behind some trees and wipe my hole with my shirt and underwear. I took the bus and luckily there were people on the bus but the smell was unbearable.

The “brains” in the Municipality are not able to build restrooms. I sometimes think that we do not like to see those places because they remind us of urine and excreta and vomits. How can there be pure souls if their bodies are impure, so to speak? 

Decades ago when this country had a small population, the death of a man or woman still had impact, at least, in his/her environment. As a teenager I used to see ladies dressed in black, grieving, mourning. Although the newspapers and TV stations and Internet broadcast the news of tragic events every single day everybody does their business as if nothing really happens. It is not very pleasant to know that our end is near. But let us continue to play this macabre comedy.   

You say that you are “just a sad little green tortoise who crawls and crawls.” I think you have the tenacity of a bulldog.

Take care.