by Michael Souza It was one of those gray autumn afternoons when the sky’s a flat stretch of concrete and the world looks like it forgot how to feel. Water dripped steadily off the porch as I sat with my friend, Paul, on his back deck just outside Portland. We’d gone hiking earlier—something we used … Read more
I feel like a bacteria trapped in a foreign body – searching for similar strains and a propitious space to divide and multiply.
Einstein said Biology would be the science of the Twenty-First Century, but the interest in Aliens and Anthropology, far outweigh the prior.
What to do while trapped in a zoo? When there’s a companion, undoubtedly, we screw. But what else is there while trapped in a cage?
Every day is roughly the same:
“Stop asking questions about the meal I’m preparing!”
“Who are you to criticize what is right?”
“Watch the news! Stay informed!”
“Did you see . . . ? That was hilarious.”
My wife and I got engaged yesterday at Half Moon Bay. We were walking along the Wavecrest Cliffs; staring at the various birds, which were surfing in the cloudy blue sky.
I would rather be discontent in the face of a sour situation, than ignore it. And yet, rest easy at night with a clear conscience, knowing that I have tomorrow to affect the world in accordance with what my ego deems “best” for humanity.
We aren’t free, while someone’s knee is on our neck, our hands are cuffed, and three others stare silently. Reduced to squirming like worms, we bellow like the day we were born into this unjust world.
