A couple of days ago, Smashwords merged with Draft2Digital. I’ve been trying to find my way through the various ramifications. I think I’ve published a couple of these books successfully, notably The Danforth Puppy and You’re Looking Sane Today 2.
This is an excerpt from YLSD2. It’s a wonderfully insufferable book, with few indications of any sort of social sensitivity and I hope it doesn’t kill you.
Civilization and Servileization
There is a lost civilization on Earth, and some idiot keeps finding it. You couldn’t ask for a more lost civilization. Obviously, it’s trying very hard not to bother anyone.
All that dogma, disorganization, pedantry and total lack of objectivity are perfectly capable of staying lost for billions of years. Why intrude? They seem fully occupied. It’d be impolite. Yet someone insists that they’re essential. The world (and you) must be buried in futile nitpicking at all costs, it seems.
Even more helpfully, the world is blessed with equally avoidable cliché aspirations. You can be a two-dimensional version of somebody else at huge expense, if you try. It’s the main reason for suburbia.
You can spend your entire life trying to be a 12-frame shot from a 60fps movie, mainly because that was the only image that penetrated what you unwisely call your brain. You can live like a furniture warehouse while you’re at it.
You whimsical overachieving bastard, you.
To add to the glitz, you must be part of a hierarchy. Chickens have pecking orders, and they’re doing fine, thanks for asking. Some level of servility is involved, of course.
You have the right to grovel to some mindless spud-faced cretin like your life depended on it. It might, if you’re enthusiastic enough. You may trundle obscenely from one place of rampant hysterical imbecility to another, from one farcical unrewarding career interlude to the next.
Eventually you’ll be saluting chicken feces. You will have attained a level of civilization which has made you an existential nonentity. You’ll have a degree in servileization, too, invaluable in your efforts at non-existence as an actual person.
The world will be your coffin. You will achieve the conformist Nirvana of never having been yourself in any context at any time.
You will then claim to be sane and able to prove it.
Point made?
