Trixie Cruz: Apocalypse

It was a nightmare, I dreamed that I woke up to find out that I had been dreaming all along. Had I fallen out of the Matrix? No, I said to myself, this is post-EDSA2.

I don’t want to get caught up in civilization. I’m tired of the neon lights and cardboard burgers and exclamation points that follow the words, Buy! Buy! Buy!

I want to plant a garden, but water is expensive and the soil is dead. I’m told I need fertilizer and pesticides so that when they come out the flowers and the green growing things are inedible and joyless. And the birds that feed on them look at me with crazed eyes reminding me of Hitchock’s nightmare.

I can take no comfort in machines, they eat and eat and are useless when starved. I find myself working for them, feeding it gas and care and tires and soapy water and wax, or plugging them in for entertainment, but they eat my time too and there is nothing left for me.

I want to save lives, but I might get sued for interfering in someone’s suicide. And government holds little hope, because it’s run by too many vultures. And they eat too much too.

Sometimes I wake up and I think that this is what the writers dreamed up when they depict a post-apocalyptic world, only in this one, no one realized when the apocalypse came.

By: Atty. Trixie Cruz-Angeles
(Source : PSSST! Centro)









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