A land of hunger and ice
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Loading... - luke grace
- 19 May 2022
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Hunger appears from somewhere, perhaps from all sides, and arrives as an inevitable rider of cataclysm. We don't see it yet, we don't know what that ghostly scarcity that kills everyone in order looks like. It seems that there is still everything, but maybe you still need to print money. Can Jorgovanka reach Shaja's inflation? It was born in the fields, the harvest was just around the corner. We export flour and wheat, we don't need it for hunger.
He who sees the only thing that no one can see yet, announces a terrible winter and the disappearance of the people in it. An ice age that will teach us his mind and show all the remnants of dead lies. It will be something that has not happened before, Gog and Magog blizzards will arrive here and ice will bind the world. We will be frozen for a while, and we will not know that this hibernation is eternal. There will be no wood, coal, oil or gas. There will be no electricity. Wheat, flour, oil, meat, pickles, cans, ajvar will disappear. Everything he has will not be. I know it's going to happen. But how, kill me, I don't know!
This and something even worse was not said by some beaten clairvoyant grandmother, who is finally able to personally see the end of the world with the remains of a brain filled with straw. Not even the dark pessimist in mad ecstasy announces a general breakdown that one day, and that day will soon arrive, must end all that is otherwise rotten and prone to its disintegration.
That was said by the president of one country, which we think is ours. Is it really ours, and what are we in it?
It is not ours, and we are nobody and nothing. The subject of the experiment, a bunch of former people enchanted by the horror that produces indifference. A fucking pack without will and intelligence leading an unknown creature somewhere. A special, completely new form of life, if possible. It doesn't matter what he does to us. We will die of winter. Well then from hunger. And then from the nuclear war. At least three times, no one here dies just once or all at once. There are more and more dead among the living.
The same one showed us full warehouses. Here, there is everything. It is full to the brim. What is not yet, we will add. No one has to worry. Others remained in need, we did not. This is beans, this is rice. Salt has a world to salt. Dried meat is spilled: bacon, ribs, pechenitsa sam I bought sardines, silos full. We export flour. Oil as much as you want for each house. No one will freeze. There is electricity, Mića messed up, but I replaced him, the mud in Kolubara is no longer burning, Zorana is now the master of fire, living fire, lightning and storm. Read More…
