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20/09/04 20:33pm



The power returns... after the fifth or sixth failure today. I've yet to keep count but I'm pretty sure the average lies around ten times daily. After taking a detailed look at how the electrical wiring had been rigged, along the street where I work, I am actually surprised they have any mains supply whatsoever. Petrol and diesel generators are big business down here.



21:24pm  Yet another failure... not even an hour since the last one. Too bad if you were watching something on the cable... takes for-fucking-ever to come back up after each failure. I think it's time I switched the idiot box off anyway and put on some music. But that can be even more frustrating, if you're really engrossed in the music and then having to get up and try to skip forward to where it last failed. It happens all day long at work too... everything goes dark for a few seconds, until the back-up generator kicks in.



21:51pm  I crack open another bottle of Star Lager. The heartburn that is triggered with every burp carries the undeniable stench of internal rot. The taste of blood. My insides are rotting... like the venetian blinds above the air-conditioner in my room... like the lower denominator bills circulating in this corrupt economy... like universal belief in political integrity... like the expensive cheese in my tiny bar-fridge.

Like power.



I have the power to play mini-golf on my company-provided mobile phone, laying on top of the bar fridge. I have the power to listen to Korn and drink cheap Nigerian beer, as I pour all this dribble into my note book. I have the power to watch another muted romantic drama on cable. I have the power to eat spiced peanuts and chees & onion flavoured Pringles. I have the power to pick up my acoustic guitar and strum a few aimless tunes. I have the power to jump in to bed... but I don't.



I have the power to stop... but I don't.



I chose this path and I shall see it through.