kevin michael w

it's a sunny sunday and the huge mall at the edge of town is packed with people come from all over, locals and tourists. the men dress in the loose clothing style that the times require, just as women dress in the reverse, in clothing too tight. everyone has a cellphone. they walk about looking in the windows, mulling through the merchandise,... more »

it's a sunny sunday and the huge mall at the edge of town is packed with people come from all over, locals and tourists. the men dress in the loose clothing style that the times require, just as women dress in the reverse, in clothing too tight. everyone has a cellphone. they walk about looking in the windows, mulling through the merchandise, eyeing about hopefully to see who is eyeing them as they all "look beautiful", desiring to afford that which, they are told, will make them desireable. i remember the stories of my youth, fantasies, way out science fiction tales meant to thrill more than to stimulate real thought, but now, surprise of surprises, i see that the dire predictions made by the cheesy writers i used to laugh at have indeed come to pass, that the warnings have come true: we have become the mindless automatons that they used to...to prophesy, that's the expression, to prophesy, well, we are those automatons, unaware of our puppet status, unmindful of just who was pulling the strings...
and then i awake. i've only fallen asleep again while reading one of these damnable time wasters. i thought it was real, but it wasn't.
it was the dreamtime.
the dreamtime.
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