The schedule… yes… the schedule dictates.
7:03 AM. Alarm.
Standard. Coffee. Black. No sugar.
System normal.
Voice: two. Margarine film. Thin. Control. The papers. Headlines. Grey.
Voice: pavement cracks. Catalogued. Step. Step. Avoid. Avoid. Known variables.
Fluorescent hum. Office. The chair. Position correct.
Day begins.
Standard. Standard.
All accounted for!
The forms.
The entries.
The carbons.
Black ink.
No deviation.
The blessed repetition.
A comfort. A cage. A clean, well-lighted cage.
Yes… very clean…
The Standard Life:
Oh, the beautiful routine!
The gears mesh sweetly! (Click)
The predictable scene.
No jagged edges.
No chaos intervention.
Just the tick-tock comfort.
My blessed, blank intention.
Lunch. 12:30. Sandwich. Same filling.
Day after day.
Known quantity.
The afternoon.
The hum continues.
The reports.
Filed.
Order.
Clock out. 5:00 PM. Precise. The commute. Reverse sequence. Predictable.
Dinner. Television. Programmed entertainment. Standard. The grey screen.
(All channels… same…)
The key in the lock.
The click.
The door.
The known space.
No surprises.
Surprises are a system error.
A virus.
Contain.
(Eradicate…)
The Standard Life:
Oh, the beautiful routine!
The gears mesh sweetly! (Click)
The predictable scene.
No jagged edges.
No chaos intervention.
Just the tick-tock comfort.
My blessed, blank intention.
They say… they say variety… the spice…
The unknown…
Only in the grid…
the pattern…
the absolute…
Love the timetable.
Love the form.
Love the grey.
Nothing outside
the standard.
Nothing.
(Nothing is)
The Standard Life:
Oh, the beautiful routine!
The gears mesh sweetly! (Click)
The predictable scene.
No jagged edges.
No chaos intervention.
Just the tick-tock comfort.
My blessed, blank intention.
Standard… standard… routine…
good… good…
good… good…
good… good…
Control achieved.
–> End transmission <–