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We all inquire. We are a curious bunch, in all senses. Curiosity though, is what has propelled us forward. Art is particularly fond of inquiring into the meaning of things. We would quite like to know, what makes life meaningful. So much so that many people have dedicated their lives in such pursuits, because that was the only meaningful thing they could think to do. A person doesn’t ask questions is most likely dead. Everyone is occupied with some pressing inquiry. What am I going to eat? Is this the normal number of toes? Did I hear a sound outside? Am I insane? Will a chocolate bar make a good present? Big, small, absurd, we are all investigators on the case. It is for you to decide what that case is.
Today's short excerpt:
The thud was louder than my head. Thuds. They wouldn’t stop. I rolled out of bed to my door. Packages are getting too efficient, it isn’t even nine. I need a lay in. Thud. Or just some quiet. Last night’s bass is still pulsing through my bones. Thud. This is one impatient delivery guy. I guess I would be too with that pay and schedule. It was an understandable plight, a noble profession in many regards. Thud. I just wish they’d be a bit more considerable of my sleep schedule. The next logical step is being able to order a package to be delivered within an hour time range.
“Hello?”
“Mrs Bumble?”
“Yes…” I put out my arms expecting somekind of package to be placed on them. I couldn’t remember what I’d ordered, but it was probably big. The man was remarkably well dressed. Perhaps, he had a wedding later. Perhaps, that was what all this rush was about.
“We are here to perform a routine scour of your premises.”
“Huh?”
“You have information.” He stopped as though that statement was all he needed to say. As if it wasn’t odd at all.
“So do you, now do you have a package for me?”
“No Mam, no package. We will be taking a look around your property.” He sounded unresponsive. Preprogrammed.
“No you won’t. Who’s this we anyway?”
“Mam, I’d advise you to take care what you do and say.” He stepped in, brushing me aside. There was no recognition of me. I began dialing the police. I didn’t feel any reason to be scared, he seemed totally disinterested in me. Violence seemed unlikely, it certainly wouldn’t benefit me. Even with a weapon my odds were slim. The phone began to beep.
“I wouldn’t bother mam, it’s a waste of resources.”
“Who are you?”
“I am not at liberty to disclose that information.”
“You can’t say your name?” I wasn’t so much frightened, as pissed off. His cheeks were too round, too squidgy, but then his chest and arms said do not mess.
“I prefer to work in quiet if that’s alright.”
It wasn’t alright, nothing about this was alright. The call went through, a lady on the otherside. She asked what my emergency was. I wanted to say there was a break in, an intruder in my house. Yet, he was not acting liking an intruder. He had now got out a small device, which he was pointing at various things. Everything in fact. From left to right seemed to be the system.
Here are my notes:
