the unnamable

“The unemployed! The sick! Those sent mad by work (and I will use that simple, undifferentiated word mad)! If you could not link hands with the others, if you were as yet unnetworked, depending on the slow, too-slow computers at your local library, and wandering through streets from which everyone you once knew had moved, if you were carried on the vague breezes that pass across the everyday it was not because you were the only unemployed person, the only wretchedly dependent one relying on everyone but himself. But where are the others and how might you recognise them? There are only the elderly and young mothers with toddlers or with prams. There’s no one your age, not here. Everyone has been assimilated except you. The light falls in steady benediction on everyone but you.”
–Spurious