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Tuesday, April 12, 2011


I struggle to keep my eyes open. It's late i really should get up out of this far too comfortable couch, go to bed but the effort to move a single muscle let alone get up, get changed and walk the fifthteen feet to my small bedroom seems like an epic task at this moment. Arriving home only twenty minutes ago and fallen into the comforting embrace of my couch is all the energy i can spare tonight. I haven't even taken off my jacket such is my wearyness from a hectic day at my shit paying, 50 hour a week working factory job. As the news reader informs me of the latest world disaster, a series of mini tsunamis hitting the eastern coast of australia i'm overcome with a deep sense of sadness and frustration at the state of a world falling apart. It's seems everyday the news brings more horrific stories of natural disasters, earthquakes, floods, tsunamis,famine coupled with our one self inflicted pain, murder, rape, child abuse and scandals all becoming the norm.
           With this barage of hellish horror engulfing you can understand how it would be so easy to turn away from it, for a well off person to wrap themselves up in there own little world. The striving for promotion at work, the purchase of the brand new head turning cars, and planning for there twice yearly foreign holidays because you can't dream of going around being so pale and sickly, that would be terrible. The occasional twenty euros to a charity colection (or fifty if your in close procimity of a girl your trying to impress) eleviates your guilt so you can get back to concentrating on making your own life better, brighter, more satifactory.
I'm disgusted with this all, it's a sickening sensation in the pit of my stomach every bit as real as the sleep treatening to overwhelm me. I decide that i must do something to change this. I will just rest my eyes for five minutes then drag myself into bed and first thing in the morning i will come up with a plan to rectify this situation in my own little way. I may not have much money to spare or free time but i will come up with a plan to affect my world around me for the better. My eyes slowly collapse down on my weary face and i drift off to sleep.
            The first thing that hits me in the spilt secound before i open my eyes is the almost deafening noise, a thundering almost lion like roar shaking me sharply from my rest. I'm standing in my red t-shirt and boxers on the edge of a busy motorway bridge looking at the  of vehicles rushing past at incredible speed. Even for early morning rush hour these cars are traveling at ridiculous speeds and i wonder why these drivers are risking their lives with this idiotic driving. Yet as i turn arround and see what is causing this madness i instantely understand.
           There seems to be a barely visible wave baring down on the the mass of traffic, the commuters and me. It looks almost like a small tidal wave if you manage to look directely at it and notice it, but acts like a tornado. I seem to be the only one who notices this thing rapidly aproaching the bridge. My first instinct is so get the hell out of the way as soon as possible but i realise that that would leave
any cars and the passengers within helpless when this this thing hits the center of the bridge. I don't know what i can do, i wave my arms frantically and shout at the passing cars in an attempt to warn but it's no use the one or two who even notice me look at me like im a lunatic.

1 comment:

Colin Manning said...

Very interesting but you need to be careful with your spelling and grammar.