stuff

 Sun 5.3.20

         Quite obviously, the planet, and undoubtedly the cosmos is sending us a message wrapped in a virus.  The planet is talking to us about resources.  You know, the stuff you pump in your car, or shove in your mouth, your little corner of land owned, rented, or confined in.  We knew all along that a thing cannot keep growing and profiting.  It was bound to burst.

         You find yourself at a time like this, being forced to take account of “resources.”  Not the coins you keep in your pocket, but the real stuff.  What’s happening with the food at the supermarket?  Last week you couldn’t get rice; this week it’s chicken.  Oh well, people must be hoarding.  Really?  The thought crosses your mind, What if we are really running out of stuff?  What if we have to start getting used to shortages, the gleaming market with the red, yellow and green peppers. 

         The energy that powers this computer and casts a golden glow emanating from the desk lamp, what if the shortages leaves a message in my inbox that I’ll only be able to use it  three days a week for an indefinite period?  Then the bus only running on a Saturday schedule, and the doctors don’t want to get close to you, not ever again.  You ponder these things as you apply the hair color that you bought at the drugstore for your hair, and gosh even that stuff could run out.  You did notice that the drugstore stuff costs 10 bucks while the salon charges $125.

         Jobs are stuff too that you consume.  Without the job, who are you?  The job gives you identity, purpose.  I want mine; I’m the best qualified, but  . . .it’s pretty iffy these days.  The unemployed get stuff from the government, the government that is so deep in debt now they can never be clear of it. 

Stuff, that’s the planetary message, it’s running out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFoty21X370

The favorite essay this month has again been, Karpman drama triangle