Okay, so this is a recycled piece, but since it hasn't technically aired in this space, I think it's worthy of putting out here. Back in October I had the pleasure of participating in Zombiepalooza, a month-long festival of the macabre hosted by Amanda Hocking, current superstar of the indie publishing world. My inclination, rather than submit a piece of flash horror fiction, was to write a reflection on my personal favorite zombie movie, Shaun of the Dead. It's one of the few entries I've managed to generate in the feature I'm calling“Sit Down, We’re Not Going Anywhere.” For refreshment, it deals with movies you must watch again and again, to the point of delaying better activities if said film is encountered unexpectedly, such as on basic cable. As a bit of a formality, SPOILERS MAY FOLLOW…
Have you ever taken a look at your life when you’re in the middle of a workday? Most of the time we shuffle along in our daily routines, blindly pursuing the next waypoint in an ever-repeating loop. Get up earlier than you’d really care to, so you can get on the road with enough spare time to sit in slow traffic, all for the pleasure of spending the next 8-10 hours in whatever corporate-funded cell you’re required to occupy. Head home in same slow traffic, feel vaguely guilty for not doing more constructive things with the few free hours you have left in the day before getting to bed too late to feel good in the morning when you have to get up earlier than you’d really… Anyway, the point is that modern existence has become a series of urgent but stumbling steps toward the next poorly defined goal, in a constant fog of distraction and ennui.
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