Inanity no especially big deal ordinarily. What did it matter? In politics it was a bit more serious, but there it mostly covered the usual push from the usual direction; different kinda mask in that case. Otherwise, routine everyday inanity you quietly step around, pass by. ‘Tis the way. Can’t be helped. Onward regardless. True, somedays, unprepared, it could strike a fellow like a sudden arrow, pierce the heart and slowly begin to gnaw. Irritation and unsettling hardly noticeable at first, mostly impalpable. Implacable as it proceeded. That beanpole footing along this morning had never been in the meritocratic race, never made the starting line. Back in the field, bunched behind. Among the also-rans making up the numbers. Florida Fishing College... Faded, but still legible. Not club—college. Lad like that would never get into any college. Never get off the island, much less Florida. Maybe the $3 commuter bus over the Causeway to JB. Fishing off the bridges here was more like; that was the hook prompting his mother’s purchase. Trifle google-eyed, spectacles, flip-flops slapping. Sweetest as could possibly be every chance, which doesn’t deny the point here. All the sloganeering, the government, advertisers, fashion industry, the influencers & churches. (The Muslims & Hindu eschewed.) Before the first cuppa of the day didna help.
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