Chores have become endless
(This is a lengthier text then published in January with above drawing.)
There is a lot of wear and tear in life today. It’s not cruel, it’s not vicious, it’s not about torture, but it’s endless with no relief or resolution. In the land of doublespeak, nothing gets solved. But to live you have to keep getting things done or you fall behind. One chore leads to two chores leads to three chores and on and on. When you call a bank for a simple answer to a simple question, a tape recording gives you five choices, each in turn gives you three choices, and then a wait, and then more choices and finally a live voice that might be curt or rude. In a low key way it’s sinister, for your time is wasted and that can’t be replaced. You are aggravated and frustrated. All the while you see the wealthy accumulate, the poor grabbing all they can, while you are pulled and stretched in a thousand different directions.
We are built to feel we are getting somewhere, that there is hope, that something is being done, that dues are being paid. But the reality is that it’s all an illusion. What is really taking place is one, at least certain ones, are being kept alive, almost in a state of suspended animation if you will, perhaps for the purpose being to observe, wait, question, wonder, until a certain realization becomes fully clear.