Folded Thought of the Day:

The headline-laden papers go skidding across the surface... 
providing little comfort to the huddled gatherers, fighting 
their daily battle against the elements of current events.  
Staying afloat.  Extra... extra... lots of extras around 
here.  Yeah, they've got a different take on things down 
behind the broken pavement of memory lane.  Lines of 
survival conveying a certain misappropriation of funds.  

Craning necks to get a glimpse of the invisible hand.  
A bitter wind greeting the new day.  Just another 
wake-up call.  Too distant to be felt by the rush hour 
traffickers.  Locked in their security blankets.  Given 
over to time.  Left on the doorstep.

But word on the street is filtering among the power lines.  
Blowing through the alleys.  Gathering momentum -- like 
a storm they weren't predicting on the Eleven O'clock 
News... maybe they just wanted you to have one more 
peaceful night's rest... some collection of sweet dreams 
to brace you for the sinister-eyed stranger waiting 
outside your window... the demon you've kept at bay 
all these years, riding into town on a dark cloud and 
a mission.  Greeting your sleep-filled eyes.

Good morning!  And hey, now that I've got your attention, 
you'll excuse me while I adjust the patterns.  No need to 
get up.  And I'm on a schedule here.  No time to chat.  
But you might want to bundle up cause when I'm done the 
fallout will have just begun... and the shelters are 
already full.

First come first served.  You know the drill...

And before you know it that siren starts wailing.  
Boom!  Just like that, every repressed memory comes 
flooding to the surface.  And you're in deep buddy.  
Come to grips.  Rush for the TV... for a friendly 
voice to tell you everything's going to be just fine.  

Off the air.

Sure enough.  That transmitter was one of the first things 
to go down.  Wrestled from its foundation -- revealing 
a stockpile of untold stories and dirty details... who 
could say?

And just like that, the test pattern gives way to the 
morning broadcast.  Same faces, but you can't seem to 
quite make out what's being said.  Not that it's in a 
different language.. but it sure ain't business as 
usual.  

And the wild-eyed prophet -- the one person who actually 
saw this one coming -- decides to stay in today and 
keep a low profile.  No need to gloat.  Of course, that 
torch-singing mob at the door might have something to 
do with this scaling back in social engagement.  Tough
gig.

And so the day unfolds.  No different from any other.  
It's just a matter of perspective.

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