Confessions from Eden_The Karmic Debt_A World of Opinion_MASKING UP
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Confessions from Eden
Confessions from Eden You know how it’s like. One day, you wake up and you’re the elephant in the room. You’re the skunk that caught pink-eye and now everyone avoids you. You’re not just contagious, you’re an inconvenience. A contaminant. You’re the sailor with a dead albatross swinging around your neck like a pendulum, like a noose, when all your life you had always believed that you’re the one. The only. The first. The first being in Eden. Except that you’re not—they tell you you’re not. And now, they want you out of the room, out the door, out of sight. Sure, it sounds downright messy. And ...
The Karmic Debt
Preface-Dr. Mini, a www.onedoor.ccpsychiatrist with years of experience in addressing the underlying causes of mental disorders, sat in her chair, her gentle face etched with disbelief as she heard the announcement that woke her up from deep slumber. Dr. Mini, welcome to Riyadh's King Khalid International Airport. The local time is 8 am, and the temperature is 55 degrees Celsius. Please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign for your safety and comfort. This will show that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move out. You may u...
A World of Opinion
Pundits predicted the death of the news industry back in 2028 when Trump and Biden were both moved to assisted care homes and were taken away from their microphones. The ex-presidents had the option of separate rooms at the home but neither could afford to stay alone for long. As a Pulitzer Prize winning human interest writer, my editor had me invited to hear their side of the story of what it is like to share a room because of the government budget cuts, but from behind their oxygen masks, I couldn’t make out much of what they were saying about each other, so instead I wrote an article on the...
MASKING UP
MASKING UPI opened my eyes from what seemed a deep sleep. Strangely, I was wearing, as I had been for almost two years, a Covid mask. Sometimes it seemed like an appendage, not just a covering, but a part of my face. But since I lived alone and when not in contact with others, I had never worn it at home.In public everyone was donning one. Sometimes forgetting to put it on, they would frantically search for the extra one kept in a pocket or bag reserved for such an emergency. We all looked like we were ready to enter the operating room or, with plastic shields as well, aliens from another pla...