Having the children mimic the war

One average sized gym, a bench placed in the centre towards the back of each side, two teams, a desire to eliminate the opposition. When the whistle is blown all hell breaks loose. Balls like cannons wreak havoc. And it's all taken so seriously. Every close call disputed. On the benches stand the wounded prisoners of war displayed with pride. A trophy rack. Their arms upstretched, the voices aharmonically crying the names of their teammates, would-be-saviours, it's a nearly eccliestical affair. Much sound and fury but really their on that bench reaching for the heavens and the flying balls they are impotent. Images of WW2 are brought to mind, how many hospitals fell behind enemy lines, how many POWs were forced to march or...whatever to earn their keep.Even more recently, more distressingly silhouettes of abu ghraib are recalled. Now this may seem like overwrought verbal imagery but do you remember dodge-ball? Shouldn't we wonder why we have the children mimic the war?

Homecoming

Sometimes I just need to remind myself (see last post).

The moment has come, it came actually a few days ago, when my return can officially be considered imminent. I was handed an envelope. It was clearly addressed to me from the higher-ups at the head office. It said one thing "It's over". That's not altogether accurate but that is what it meant. It's over. Some things are hard to believe, harder to stomache. This is one of those things. Yet the reverse is also true this envelope could be the glass of cold water at noon in the desert. In some ways I want it to be the former I want to be sad to go but...then I realise I'm exhausted. In my conflict to sort out what I want to feel from what I do feel I've come to feel apathetic towards the entire affair. Approaching it much like a lot of things these days. It will happen so be it. We'll see what the result is.

For those of you who are interested:
Westjet Flt 12
Kelowna-Edmonton
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"The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less." - Eldridge Cleaver

Right now I can hear a frog, and see the stars. Right now I want to hear my dog snoring and see the streetlights in my back alley.

That certain blankness. The guilt of choosing consumerism over discovery. And the anti-climax of coming home to an over-stocked empty fridge. Shake your head at the years of freedom misspent.