Daydreaming of Distractions

the day is elusive.

Who are you to mournfully reflect on the nineties like you were there? Bring your mind to the modern age, that was so long ago Everything is different and it’s time to move on Leave nostalgia to the elders–

they deserve it.

Maybe one day we can look back on this day with relief as we sip on some cold bitter nectar that soothes our throats of a burning that became ‘the new norm’ or will it transpire that all those passive passions changed form

into some unrecognizable thing?

Someday we will move our own eyes without a cop holding our heads. Someday our bodies will fossilize with slightly arched upper backs, hunched, pained and no one will know what to make of it as they try

to explain the reasons behind the drastic changes

in human posture according to: the differing carbon dates. What happened between the ends of the 18th and 20th centuries,

they will mutter.

What brought 21st-century creatures to the point of hunching their backs and keeling over .so. fast,

they will ponder.

Anyway,

my box says it’s Friday, October 30th, 2020, and I believe it. And my box shows me a little teensy bit of virtually disseminated-to-the-masses cultural info in the form of a digital image

with the Strangely Familiar Man featured:

my fellow hunchback who happens to be in charge of the world in the two- thousand-and-twentieth year since the Death of Christ and I

scoff giggle and shudder

as I hunch my upper back and neck, but this time I remember to straighten it. I need to work on my posture, I think as I shut off the box and sigh–

wondering what I was doing before I went and got distracted.