His T-shirt said Startling Tales.
It was the cover of some old comic.
It had the picture of aliens on a distant planet carrying human prisoners towards a spacecraft.
The people had looks of horror on their faces.
The aliens looked like insects. Like big flies.
The people didn’t know what was going on. They were being carried along. They didn’t know what was going to happen.
You stare at the picture until your stop comes then you get off the bus. You buy a bottle of wine on the way home.
You have a glass. You switch on the television and see pretty people doing stupid things. You have another glass. You watch the news and see someone with immaculate hair and perfect teeth tell you about death and destruction. You have another glass. You switch on the radio and hear some god-awful song about having your heart broken. You have another glass. You look out of the window, you see people walking by, see them being carried along, and you think What the fuck…
You have another glass.
You look at your reflection and remember reading ‘ideology is the way people deal with reality’ and you wonder how many of your ideas are actually your own. How many you just adopted and let yourself be carried along.
Then you switch on the television again and watch some movie with pretty people blowing up things so that you don’t have to think about it.
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