Sunday, November 16, 2008
Imagine that you have a job in the engine room at a big cruise liner when a fire starts. You rush off to wake up the engineer but he is drunk and tells you to fuck off. So you hurry to the captain but he refuses to let you in. Nobody is listening to you, not your fellow sailors and none of the passengers. Everybody seems to be drugged or drunk and caught up in silly fistfights. They tell you that you are ruining the trip with your endless goddamn complaining. They tell to be more positive and optimistic. So you find yourself standing there at the gunwale looking at the horizon. The sun has just set and amazing colors paint the sky and the sea. You feel lonely and because you're not exactly sober yourself you can't really complain about the other drunkards. You know that there are other people on the ship who know about the fire, it's just that you, for strange reasons, cannot get in contact with them and there is nothing you can do about it.