Dispatches from the Kali Yuga
Jerusalem, Israel, May 20, 7:44 AM EST
Last night I saw a dragon swallow the memories of everyone. Today the entire city wanders around walking into streetlights. People have been up all night reviewing their identification papers and reading old journals, trying to memorize who they are. I was hiding in a hole under the basement when the dragon came. I was reading old journals by candlelight playing “I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning” on a tape recorder. I’m the only one here who seems to remember.
There’s a bit of panic. A woman walked into my room last night unsure if it was hers. I think she might’ve been my neighbor but I’m unsure because I’m scared of my neighbors and never talk to them. She had a dumb look on her face but all the normal places on her face where there were once tensions, furrowed wrinkles, signs of repression, it all was smoothed and relaxed like a baby. There was a desperate innocence to her face.
“Is this my room? My name is Khalia Gerturde. I am 5 foot 4.” I shook my head.
“I can help you find your room if you’d like.”
She looked down at her ID papers and walked away.
Today I’m sitting outside in a quiet café. The cars are gone. Everyone is walking instead of driving because they can’t find their identification papers. People aren’t talking as much because they’re unsure of who they are.
I see a tiny owl flying across the sky in a manner very under-interested in what’s happening in my close environment. I pull out my Hologrizer and dial up VUR.
“The dragon came,” I said.
Big Bubba hung up the phone.