breaking down the alienation of mass culture, one personal story at a time.
I am waiting, lying here on my vinyl couch, no cable tv, sweating. Waiting for the dullness of this seemingly ordinary moment to be transformed into the bliss that was described in my horoscope earlier today. Only 2 hours left, and nothing, at least not yet.
Where is the card, and what game are we playing?
Asshole, botifarra, spite and malice, or maybe it's hearts? But I'm thinking more along the lines of three card monte.
Whatever the case, I think I should fold, never mind the last hour, I know the outcome, who wins, who loses, besides, I am tired of playing. Suffering from little sleep the night before, tossing and turning with anger, embarrassment, and shame. Oh, but wait, what was that strange feeling? My mind repeatedly drifting off over dinner earlier this evening. Yes, there it is.
Hit me.