the talking heads

“You say you want a revolution, well, you know, we all want to change the world.”

Drip. Drip-drip. Drip.

The water pooled in the bottom of the cup slowly as the drops fell from the fully open faucet. The gush that should have filled the glass in a few seconds was non-existent. The unsteady beat of solitary beads was all that remained.

Drip-drip. Drip. Drip.

They, the talking heads of the media, had said that a solution would arise, that water delivery was not in jeopardy. Water, clean and dependable, was essential to continued life, and as always throughout history when a need was great a solution was found. Without water there was no hope of survival. It had been their first priority and they had failed.

Drip. Drip. Drip-drip.

The hand holding the glass began to shake with the strain of holding it in place. The pressure of not wanting to waste a single drop, the exertion of holding the receptacle of life as still as possible, the first signs of emerging dehydration all played their part. They didn’t dare turn the water off though to give their hand a rest, the concern the water wouldn’t come back at all was too great.

Drip. Drip. …


Click. Click.

The lights flicked off and then immediately back on. A quick glance in that direction confirmed that nobody manned the light switch by the door. The disturbance was another rolling blackout as the electricity service was momentarily interrupted. They were growing more frequent as energy reserves were depleted.

Click. Click.

They, the talking heads of the media, had warned that some disruption to electrical utilities was unavoidable as efforts were being ramped up to conserve what remained, and new sources were sought. Then the power had shut off and when it had come back on the talking heads were gone and electric snow had taken their place. That only stood to confirm what most had known for a long time already, the talking heads had never really known anything in the first place.



Bang. Bang-bang. Bang.

They, the talking heads of the media, had urged humans to retain their humanity, and had posited that there were high hopes that the fall of society could be done with a semblance of peace and calmness. They had been wrong, of course. When the water disappeared and the lights went off it was only a matter of minutes before gunfire erupted in the streets. The rule of the land quickly shifted to survival of the fittest with a gun.



“But when you talk about destruction, don’t you know you can count me…” in.

Perhaps if they had been more willing to turn to the gun as a solution sooner, perhaps if they had realized the talking heads only served their own purposes sooner, perhaps if they had been willing to fight sooner, there would have been a world left worth saving. However, when the water disappeared and the lights went off, it was much too late to initiate a change for the better.


33 thoughts on “the talking heads

      • We do have a proven spring where we are at. You would think up here in the Pacific Northwest we would have lots of snow, but really not so much. I do feel deeply for everyone in the desert southwest. I grew up there, and it isn’t the way it used to be.

      • In Albuquerque. Then I spent several years as an adult in the Phoenix metroplex. Moved back to ABQ, then moved up here to the PNW. I miss my family, but I will never move back. Too dry (even though ABQ is getting a good rain today)

    • Yeah… been a hard news week and following along to a couple different stories I just got so frustrated with their fear mongering and misinformation … across multiple sources.

    • I’d assume the private security would only stick around as long as they were getting some of the water and electricity too…
      And enough to share with their families?
      And their families?
      And… Well, then it all starts to break down, because there is only so much left at this point. Then the security stops protecting and starts taking.
      And then there is nothing left.

  1. Hi!!! ::waves does cartwheels falls over cause I can’t do cartwheels:: GAH, I’ve missed your writing. This was fabulously written. I can’t wait to catch up on everything I’ve missed since I’ve been MIA!

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