We can’t believe our ears.
The well fed spokesman for politicians is actually
telling the ordinary citizens to tighten their belts and reduce their fictional
three meals to two meals a day. In fact, many are already at one, and belts
can’t get much tighter.
Aerial shots from security drones show queues winding
like mazes around the large grocery stores, as people line up for what they
hope will sustain them.
Store cupboards are not full in this land. Despite so
many consecutive disasters, people do not plan ahead. Or perhaps it’s because
of the many things that go wrong, all the time, that derail the plans to
provide for whatever could happen, to shore up the cracks, and seal the
apertures, to hope to survive this more or less upright, and intact.
I think people are resorting to the snacks they used to
have as children: comfort food to sustain their hope, and nourish whatever joy
has remained for each of them.
Those with the simplest needs will not only survive,
but thrive. And those of us who are generously drawn with ample curvature will
sigh with regret, but positively bloom as a result of the mandated reductions,
as our hoarded stores get utilized at last.
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