47 Random Fragments of Unauthorised Hope and Despair


HE SAT and watched the screen. Watched but did not truly see, for he was waiting.

He was waiting for them to show themselves again, like they had so long ago.

He was enduring an eternity of jabbering emptiness, suffocating in a relentless tide of trivia, but he knew it would be worth it in the end.

He used to enjoy this stuff, somehow, but not any more.

Not since they’d flickered onto his screen and into his consciousness during the World Cup semi-final against the USA.

The image of their words was still seared into his visual memory, in the original giant yellow lettering.

"BELIEVE NOTHING!"" they’d told him, "QUESTION EVERYTHING!" and then, finally: "OBEY NOBODY!"

Then they’d crackled and gone. Everything carried on as before. Nobody had ever mentioned the words. Perhaps they were only meant for him.

He had to wait for them. He had to wait for them to come back and tell him what to do now.