A little Life

Up down, like inside out, like all the other moments that had come and gone. He felt as if there was a string he needed to pull or a button that needed pressing, so the whole would continue. Narrative would progress, narrative would continue.
A little urge was better than nothing. Always had been, it led into new directions, it broadened the path. It created a place. Suddenly you would find yourself somewhere. Being found was seen as a good thing by the world.
Discovered. The last undiscovered human who had never seen a white man was discovered and assimilated, it was a good thing. They could be given disease and cure in one small bag. They could be shown how wrong it was to be naked when PRADA could be worn, money spend and economies encouraged to grow. The last one undiscovered now is tomorrows super consumer. They are being shown to want and create need. To be discovered is good for everything.
Someone was rubbing their hands, a drip of saliva ran from a grinning mouth, breath was hard and coarse, eyes gleamed with greed.
‘Life was a good thing,’ he thought and swatted a fat fly that had gotten too close, blood and goo stuck to the palm of his hand and he wiped it on his trousers.

© Marcus Bastel
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