Unpredictable
The answer
It’s took a while – six days, in fact – to post this reply. It may well be that you’ll never read it, even though messages in bottles still exist, rivers always flow to the sea, and all seas come together sooner or later.
It is impossible to predict what tomorrow will bring. Will the next hideous figure come banging on the front door, shouting that if we don’t open it now, the door will be kicked in?
Self-defence is the only answer; the days of nodding in agreement are over. More and more people are protesting, and the asylum centres are going up in flames.
And whilst the world is going to the dogs, just as Trump wishes, for the first time there is a sea of irises and the largest hedge of blooming roses. At least it offers more privacy. I pick bunches of flowers to lay on the graves.
The days are long, the nights way too short. There’s a rumbling in the air and I’m waiting for the moment a landing takes place and the graves are broken open. They are big enough for the unknown soldier, though I’d have preferred Anonymous, the unknown writer or an artist. There’s plenty of space, except when people are talking non-stop.
Sorry I held the knife, though there are no potatoes to peel. The shelves in the shops are getting emptier and emptier. Interestingly, the journalists and radio keep silent. They keep kissing the arse of one of the most despicable and unpredictable people in this world.
It’s clear that people who don’t rise up and a Senate that doesn’t act are going along with it. Fine words don’t fill the gaps. And whilst life is putting at halt (the most positive scenario), I find myself thinking more and more often: no need for me to care, I don't give a damn.
I don’t need to be famous; a fortune leaves me cold, just like growing old (no one wants to grow old in tears; that is one of the biggest lies ever spread). There is nothing distinguished or noble about being frail and a burden on your children, or worse: complete strangers whom you cannot afford to pay for their services.
They’re now recruiting new soldiers in the villages. Perhaps they can be found among immigrants. They’re aggressive enough, and if a national football team can win with foreigners, an army of mercenaries could be active again too. Entire countries have waged wars this way.
It would also be far more motivating if the leaders/presidents and royal houses led their troops themselves and marched at the front. They could learn straight away what it’s like to live without McDonald’s, dining in fine restaurants, being served, and all those other greasy snacks late at night. Who knows, with a bit of exercise and a healthier lifestyle, they might indeed gain eternal life without Epstein’s ‘beef. People can function perfectly well without constantly stuffing themselves.
And whilst there are still hardly any tinned goods on sale (since 2020, is this a coincidence?) so that people can prepare for the new famine winter, exams are being completed by those without a future. It is clear that school is a waste of time and money. It is better to teach children skills themselves. There are already enough Willie slaves, and for the more complex thinking we have AI.
... And it keeps raining... Nothing can change the climate...
Prompt: see title
15-5-2026
The photo was taken by me
