And, Three, 2, 1
The red light blinks on, on the camera directly before her… As the channel’s theme kicks in, her teleprompter springs into action… Final instructions got barked into her earpiece… For the last ten years, she’d spent 876000 mornings going through the same routine…
Incessantly, relentlessly, fallibly…
Incessantly, relentlessly, fallibly…
As her brain mechanically parroted what was being fed to her through all her openings, her mind wandered to better places, namely the coke from a few moments ago… She knew her recent deliveries were being laced, but this even felt different… The segment drew to it’s end, she stopped and took a long hard stare at her audience… ‘Do you really give a shit’ she mouthed in her head, looked again and called for a commercial break…
As the break kicked in, all eyes turned to her, yelling into her every opening, asking her what went wrong… She unplugged herself and hurried towards the fire exit to light up and calm her nerves… twixt long drags and sighs a small voice inquired if she should take another hit… maybe it’ll do the trick… Growing delirious she tried setting herself down, finally managing with great difficulty… It’s gonna be difficult getting up again…
Outside, people panic. Another senior news editor is ushered in to take over the show, ‘She’s been refusing to come back…’ The bureau chief is informed about the incident… he walks in to find her tilting, traces of coke mar her irregular and ageing mouth… Already he knows there isn’t a simple way out of this… he sits down next to her, trying to wipe off the drug, being careful not to get any of it on himself… her hand snakes down his torso and duly cups his balls through his pants… shying away from a potential scandal around invisible eyes, he frees himself, getting up, walks away. A joyous smile spreads across her lips as she turns away to the window…
She lets herself go in the conveyor belt like traffic motion many many floors below… She squints away her focus and sees them as an ant colony marching through mediocrity… reflects back on her own person standing so very far away…
funny thing insanity…
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