Tv gone, internet, electric lights, heating. The virtual world gone completely. Thank goodness the fire was alight. Us poor souls that still keep a lit fire to see flickers and flames, whilst others have replaced them with sterile, similar, false and fake electric fires. Ours offers us a glimmer of primordial light and intense warmth.
Where are the torches? The candles? Nothing... taken completely unprepared by an unexpected rebellion of nature…
What's the point of you going around flicking the fused light switches up and down, or making improbable conversations with stuck telephonic recordings that ask you for series of unknown numbers and letters? I put twenty chestnuts, survivors of the newly arrived parasite that has come from the other side of the World, onto the embers and I breathe in the intense perfume of Autumn.
Get that bottle of fruity and mellow red wine will you? I'll bring the peeled chestnuts. Get under the blankets. The pelting outside is heavy, almost vindictive. Let's shut ourselves in here, skin to skin, and wait till it blows over, that it gets back to normal, or maybe not. Maybe this is normal life. That helps us in the wait for nothing.
Too many questions, hand me my glass, don't get crumbs in the bed, caress me.