The great and terrible falcon of injustice has clasped us within its burdensome beak once again! The Mallard of Monday hath descended!
Not even the taste of our go-to comforts retain their flavorful relief. We are at the forefront of another week, victims of time’s fleeting, faceted features.
But, much like the Doctor’s use of the defibrillator paddles, sometimes a shock to the senses is all that is required to awaken us from our tedious torpor. For the real enemy is the mind of melancholy, which misses the living current of life’s wall socket, into which we are all plugged.
With the breeze of sanity and proper perspective at our backs, we can return the insult of incredulity to the real offender–the status quo–with a simple flick of the wrist.
As for Monday Miasma, some gasses pass… Others pass gasses. You decide your fate!