Going about in powder-blue paper masks. Most hide behind themselves, eyes bugging out expressionless. Prepare to watch the ball drop – buying brewskies, the revelers mask-kiss as it rings in. Others will fill I.C.U.s? Shuffling down the aisles to grocery store music, interrupted by a friendly voice reminding us that we're in this together. No, we're not because several are bare-faced down the pet food lane. Eyes dart suspiciously, guiltily as if a crime is being perpetrated. Happy new year? An invisible killer stalks the land. Stupid people cannot be cured of what they are. There's talk of international intrigue and saber-rattles. Assured that the jab is the solution, yet feeling like our lives have been boosted. Unsure of what or who to believe.
New Year Disillusionment