Talk Without Speaking

Do you know that Mars is cracked? Valles Marineris is the mother of all canyons and stretches out, up to 600 kilometres wide in places and up to 10 kilometres deep. If you were to stand on the edge in places you would neither be able to see the other side, nor the bottom; you might feel as though you had discovered the edge of Columbus’ world.

I feel that cracked. I can’t shake this feeling of unease. It stalks and haunts me and I’m really starting to feel as stretched as the opposite sides of that canyon must feel.

This week’s Mcleans magazine says that you can forget about Ebola, AIDS, West Nile, Avian Flu; it says that fear is the real epidemic. And this, I can tell you, I have no problems believing.

Rational has always lost out to emotional for me - that’s just who I am. Rational thought says that I am safe, that things are not so bad. Emotion kicks Rational right out of this universe, past the canyons and volcanos of Mars and into the darkness beyond.

Someone get me a vaccine.