Watched a bunch of lugubrious husbands/whatever decorate the outside of their houses for Christmas today.  In keeping with the spirit of the season, they all looked absolutely miserable.  It’s not like it was raining or snowing or even cold: it was sunny and 63.  Maybe that had something to do with it: there is no way to set up a giant inflatable snow globe on a dead brown lawn without looking (and feeling) like an asshole.
These people struck me as slavish in their behavior, in a Matrix-y sort of way.  Like insects programmed to build nests or salmon robotically returning upstream to spawn: they have no idea why they’re doing it…they may not even be aware that they are doing it.  They’ve become so conditioned to the behavior, they just do it, and it doesn’t even occur to them to question it.

N.P.: “Miss Katalin” – Son of Dave

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