Monday, October 24, 2011

Notes on a paler shade of yellow

Ten years ago in the future is supposed to be a better tomorrow. But it somehow feels the same...

Like when Sifu was yellow but not green. And launched many an orb skyward, way over eighty-six inches tall. Or the time as a grasshopper who escaped, incognito, from past transgressions in violation of the laws of gravity. So that invisible nations licking their wounds rose up to avenge the myriad wrongs. Fists of fury that spoke Zarathustra flying in mid-air

Yet, those were halcyon times.

They looked up and saw a brave new world spinning crazily off its axis. Sooner than later, someone would rescue them. A hero, perhaps, who can transcend the ordinary to play against death in a winner-take-all game. The world then needed hope as it does now.

So head East, young masters and go far.