April Fool 2002

Monday, 1 April 2002

no one saw it com­ing, but it hit like a mack truck any­way. drag­ging us along in its wake, deeper into, fur­ther up, far­ther back. forced to leave be­hind our head­phones and lat­tes, some of us caught blink­ing away the sweat of sex, oth­ers snapped up in their prayers, a few even do­ing both at the same time. amaz­ing the things you can do nowa­days. cap­i­tal­ists shuf­fling the means of pro­duc­tion to deal out an­other quar­ter per­cent profit, com­mu­nists in sol­i­dar­ity, but still walk­ing in cir­cles, it took us all. the judge­ment was re­served equally, lover and en­emy, in­no­cent and jaded, there is no im­mu­nity to the power it wields. sky­scrap­ers snapped like twigs. chil­dren burned by the feet of Air Jordan. amaz­ing the things we can do nowa­days. we didn’t learn so it took mat­ters into its own hands, crunch­ing and mold­ing, the ero­sion was be­gun by us, but fin­ished by its loom­ing majesty. SUVs and flow­ers don’t mat­ter, our re­spon­si­bil­ity is mis­placed. if we had been self­ac­tu­al­ized it wouldn’t have come, but search en­gi­nes and ouija boards gave us the bald­faced lies that Jerry Springer de­manded. amaz­ing the things we can do nowa­days. i’m your april fool.