December 7 2008: Aloysius

My uncle called me to say that the world had been on a Blade Runner trajectory that had been accelerating every year; a Juggernaut to the dark and dystopic future where the rich were few and pampered, and the great mass of the populace hustled on the streets of cities where neon lights created a chiaroscuro of the black of despair and the white of the atrophy of all passion spent.

It was The Jeffersons with teeth, where we roamed the streets or were swept into tidal currents of the automobiles which clogged the streets, while the rich inhabited their

"...deluxe apartment(s) in the sky-y-y-yiii !!"

or

"...deluxe digs in Dubai-i-i-iii !!!"

Up until today, our history has been a film of jump cuts and isolated shots of the individual actors, creating anxiety, like Godard's A Bout de Souffle where everyone is alone, alienated, and isolate.
Our economic theories were designed to keep us weak and prey for the predatory, our religious beliefs were designed to keep us unquestioning and ignorant, our sexual mores were designed to keep our lusts just short of any possible satiation or fulfillment.

Whew.
A lot for a Sunday morning.
I wish my uncle a bit more comfortable afternoon and evening.