Vineland, a tragic moment

[alice wellintown]

P started writing a 1984. But 1984 never happened. It didn't need to
because deeper forces within the citizens wanted a Brave New World.
And so we got Brock Vond and Ray Gun not because we were subjugated by
totalitarianism, not because the iron heel stomped on our freedoms,
not because the fascists took power, but because we wanted Brock and
we wanted Ray Gun. And, we didn't care about the power of Executive,
the North's running guns and killing people in our backyard to the
South, the War on Drugs that undermined our basic Democratic
liberties. We didn't care about the workers or where what we used was
made or how it impacted our Earth. We were too busy amusing ourselves
into Thanatoids to pay attention. And, we wanted Frenesi. Everyone
wanted her; she was the leader, the educated camera, the film star,
the mother of us all. But she was never free because we wanted her and
so she turned and went down on Brock, became hsi slave. Why? We
wondered. We search the archives. We looked for her. She was there in
the data. In the plastic under the light, on the screen. But there is
no logic to it. She is of the past. She belongs to the people and is
tangled in all that film and twited in our feet about the cutting room
floor. She was young and she was not free. She was determined by
forces beyond and beneath. But we want to save her. To save her from
her youthful longings, her lusts. But we can't save her and she can't
save us. All we can do is Take It Easy. Let It Be. Let it Bleed. Free
and Easy.