Good morning citizens, and welcome to Quarter Past Curfew – the blue green
algae in the pond of silence.
We start with the headlines: citizens are reminded
to stay at home, I repeat, stay at home. In economic news, it turns out that your
father never loved you, and this will colour all subsequent relationships with
men. More on this later.
But first; I have a press release on my desk from
our glorious leader – praised be his name, hallowed be his memory, reminding us
to look out for our neighbours. It’s in tough times like these that the government
relies on us to play our part, and feed back any unmutual behaviour to the
ministry of information. Here in sector seventeen, I know that we’re all
looking out deeply for our neighbours – with binoculars, from our windows.
Talking of windows, here in
sector 17 – with everyone home – the soundscape has changed. Gone is the howl
of engines, the screaming of school-children, and the pitter-patter of tiny
armed guards. Instead, for the first time in… what feels like years… I opened
the window and listened to birds and insects. Croaking and groaning, reminding
us that they are legion and they are strong.
I wonder what will happen when we re-emerge,
blinking into the daylight. Will we have to chase the birds away, take machetes
to the vines that cover our beautiful concrete.
But I guess we’ll burn that bridge when we come to
it.
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