Scribbles

No.44

This world is over run. Over run by a power-hungry enterprise that steals people's attention away from the real issues of the day, and there is no end in sight of its corrupt rule. It is a pandemic. The world no longer turns on its axis. No-one looks up anymore. I wander the street daring someone to meet my eyes, but the sky could be falling and not a soul would see it. No one but me. I am immune, I am not so easily captivated like everyone around me. I can find my way back out and into the light again. Which means, I am possibly the only one who can stop this. The only one who can restore this world to its natural order and save everything. Being immune may come in useful yet. Usually it is lonely, very lonely, when you walk the streets and not a single person knows you're there. Their concentration captivated by an invisible force. I was never sucked in, it was never a curse for me, but for those around me and the world at large, it has been fatal. I don't even know if there are any others like me out there. I suppose I will have to search, I will have to try, for the task at hand is too great for me to face alone and I need other immunes to help me and support me, else there is a strong possibility I will fail. My favourite place to be right now is the book shop off Main Street. Books are obsolete in this infected world; some generations don't even know what one is. But here, in this book shop with just me in it, I forget about the world beyond that door. I surround myself with adventures that are grand and vast, filled with dragons and spider,wizards and elves, and turn out okay, and I forget about my own adventure that I will inevitably have to face in order to get the world turning again. I believe I am the only one but I really hope I'm not. If reading these stories has taught me anything, I need others by my side. That will be my first adventure. My first task. To find more like me. Immune. Unaffected. Hope that they will too see this world for what it really is, see the issues at hand and be willing to join me in the fight to save it. To restore it to what it once was. I don't think it is in the air. I think it is in the system, in the rays, in the screens. This world is over run. Over run by a power-hungry enterprise that steals people's attention away from the real issues of the day, and there is no end in sight of its corrupt rule. It is a pandemic. The world no longer turns on its axis; and I may be the only one who can stop it.