Marcus always heard that your
entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of
all, that one-second is not a second at all. It stretches on forever…like an
ocean of time. For Marcus, it was standing across his country river watching the
unending transmission lines extending over the crystal water and straying into
the woods. The proud face of his father on his first day at job as a trouble
man at Smart Utility…the hard hat and the yellow vest…the glinting goblet that
he raised in support of gun rights…
Marcus could be pretty
pissed off about what happened to him…he was perceived an intruder as he
approached a customer’s premise and was shot by the customer. But he did not
obtrude; - he was merely there to investigate a trouble ticket. The customer
did not inform the outage, but her smart meter did. So, maybe, just maybe, it was
fair on her part to get scared of the uncanny apparition in the middle of the inky
darkness and shoot in self defense. But how fair is that? Let it go...it’s hard to stay mad when it’s so much beauty in the world…it’s time
to sleep…he closed his eyes as all his thoughts converged into a tiny singular
dot of infinite locus just like the transmission wires lost into the horizon over the endless corn
fields…
[After the last words of Lester
Burnham in American Beauty.]
