The Everything Days

After long enough sex was forgotten and the sexes were once again at peace with one another. Never was the populace more productive. Correspondence reached its destination on schedule and bedridden men held down descent jobs.  Many of the elders, those well past the apex of their desires, feared it couldn’t last forever. Their minds still held foggy snippets of extreme proximity; flicks of tongues across taut skin and looks too intense and brief to be anything but black magic. Some became delirious speaking out publicly again the hindrance of desire. They knew well the depth of the animal passion that radiates deep within our bones, vibrating the precious marrow. For years the Campaign of God littered neighborhoods that were thought to be at risk with reaffirming anti-sex propaganda from their gilded blimps. This was all very normal and the line between boys and girls grew blurry. With the adoption of the general uniform act came the death of distinction.

“But they can never kill the sex that hides in your eyes. I see it”

At the event of the year one of the performers fell from the high stage, snagging her sleeve on a stray nail on the way down. The nail opened her jumpsuit up like a zipper. When she crashed to the ground she was naked and unconscious. The cameras stalled on this image, being pumped into every room of every house in the Union. Everything froze and a churlish beast was awoken inside the mind of man. The Campaign of God buckled under the force of the sexual revolution, each city’s looming ivory spire toppled, the bricks sold to sweating, red-faced tourists.  The sex laws were lifted and forgotten. What followed was what we’re calling: the everything days. 

The idea was: freedom of the body and mind. What is has evolved into is something else altogether. The collective long-bottled emotions spilling, unimpeded, into the streets. Everywhere eyes are flooded with the concentrated lust we’ve been trained to push deep down inside of ourselves. The people have stepped backwards and violence and sex and hunger have become one.

It is no longer guilt that twists in our bellies.