CITY ISLAND LINES
I protest. I am not sure with whom to register my dissatisfaction, but I would like to go on record as being disappointed. I have discovered that several of my body parts are faulty and clearly malfunctioning. In fact, there has been a notable decline in speed and output across all sectors.
Fluid levels have dropped appreciably. For instance, sometimes when I wake up, I feel like my eyeballs have been rolled in salt and then dusted with chili powder. I wonder if this explains the vertiginous visual decline that reduces written words to impressionist runes. And it’s not just the eyes that have it. The rest of my face behaves like a garden ill-suited to its environment- constantly in need of plucking and pruning, watering and weeding. Higher maintenance and lower performance. Decay of the hardware is merely cosmetic, but the software is also devolving -running slowly and inaccurately. Data is being corrupted or lost daily. I thought I’d kept up with recommended service and maintenance, but entropy seems irreversible. I am experiencing disruptions, downgrades, and discontinuation of many basic services. I wont even go into how infrastructure is crumbling below my wrinkled neckline. Suffice to say, nothing feels or functions the way it used to. It’s like waking up inside an alien’s body. Knowing that this experience is shared by countless others is hollow consolation. The singularity of one’s own suffering is not diminished by communal anguish. I am at the helm of a dangerously unseaworthy ship eternally on the brink of mutiny. No doubt, my complaint will fall on deaf ears (maybe even deafer than my own). Perhaps then my protest should be re-directed. The cult of youth glorifies being sleek and smooth, fit and fast. These are transient traits that we cannot claim forever. That’s just not how time’s arrow flies. Should we not, instead, embrace and extol the gift of experience, the grace of knowledge, the wealth of a shoebox overflowing with memories? Yes! Instead of protesting against lumps and lines and lapses, I will celebrate the smile that created those creases and happily deepen those furrows by laughing at and with myself. 5 Feb 2019
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