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I wonder

what should I write about,

what should I say this evening

while the news stream

silently

from the small screen

with white on black

hurried letters

announcing inexplicable,

astounding,

fascinating

paradoxes

of doomsday and panacea,

of fashion and death in Africa

in those subtle,

semi-lethal

daily doses

of pseudo-alarmism

and pseudo-compassion

aimed at numbing,

paralyzing the soul,

making the brain

a digital extension,

a device,

a widget,

a repository

of mass media

regurgitation.

The theme

for tonight

is thus

alertness.

Beware.

Be wary.

Be a warrior.

Be.