| part 2: when the show finally began |
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| we were all so addicted to spectacle: the drama of the media and celebrity lives, our huge cineplexes and large-screen tvs, the cacophony of arena concerts and the overblown importance we gave our own silly little struggles. we were like the romans with their bread and circuses - we were in the colosseum enjoying our pageants and staged conflicts while all the signs around us were pointing one way: to our own ruin. there came a point, however, when we could no longer ignore the fact that we were addicted to poisoning everything that was vital to us. food stopped growing in the tainted soil, the air itself became toxic, waters rose and cities fell you would have thought with our taste for the electrifying harmony of discord that we would have revelled in it, but it was all so different when the show finally began. there was no audience to witness it for we were all playing a part. we were the ones on the stage, and the epic tragedies being played out were now our own lives. |
after the fall
