Breviary of the irony of being dead to live is inspired by the survival rules from the movie Zombieland. This breviary creates a narrative game around those everyday ironies that keep us alive or suddenly can kill us.
I’m sorry, it just kills me with laughter. But it remains sad.
Kristen/Wichita
What’s the difference between an undead and a living dead? In a dead world, it’s hard to have your own rules. The days are long without sun; our backs no longer burn gold in the cane field, they ache from the chair’s shape in the home office.
Even before the end, before death and life blend like a long drink of water and oil, life is already waiting. Rising but not sleeping. Falling slow and heavy in grams of death. Eyes fixed, alive in their sockets and seeing nothing. Stumble, fail to sit and fall onto the calm of a fixed salary. At noon, bugs rest drama-free on the empty fridge glass fogged by the breath of nothing. Together in their small constellation of death and thaw, they too won’t have eternity. Public service staff will bring summer because there was no way to pay them. Brewing the same coffee for three days. Sipping small mouthfuls, drowning in the logic of savings and not burning because the coffee is just wet old dust served in the favorite cup. Finally, they paid. In the mall, we’re fools. The cosmos mocks death with its smile. Progressing while the body rests on the false calm of a salary that comes when it wants. We are the living dead; zombies are a caricature of constant death stalking.
What’s the difference between an undead and a living dead? (Both eat, walk, live. Laughter died in both).
