Ghosts Before We're Dead

I want to tell you about a time when it all went out, a time all too black. I do not know how it happened but I do know why it happened. You see, people are naturally lazy, not just as individuals but as a collective whole: everything is always left until tomorrow, the last minute. Well “the last minute” came all right but it was far too late. The Rubicon's thirst has been quenched. It has sucked dry all the dreams of a culture lost leaving their memorable fancies floundering on a polluted shore.

The things they would create, the games they would play. Staring at screens and scribbling on walls. Distorting language, layering and cataloging realities, reading into the fiction instead of seeing the fact. Well, now we know the fact and “they” will never let us read again. Everything is now perfectly monitored and controlled. No thought or action ever steps out of line. We were just ghosts but we were ghosts before we were dead.