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Sunday, 10 September 2017

Orbit

Orbit

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


A young man in, pyjamas and a dressing gown falls to his knees.

A younger man in a suit bounds past, explaining. “A wise man once said that the art of flying is failing to hit the ground being distracted the last moment.”

The pyjama clad man groans.

“That’s good.” says the younger man. “Because it’s the fall that’s going to kill you.”

*

On the command bridge of an advanced spaceship an older man with emerald green eyes watches the fall of the pyjama clad man. “Except Orbit is hard to maintain and requires constant effort, something which takes a physical toll on a body.”

*

A man in a floppy hat with an absurdly long scarf, pauses, two wires in his hands. “The question that has required this orbit is a problem with one obvious and easy answer but if you cross it there is no going back and one that he really does not want to answer. He may have the right and he may have no other rational option but the finality creates the need to stall.”

*

In a dark alley a young white man who has been to the gym too many times looks down at an army of angry white men. “So he stalls. Distracts himself with fears and phantoms.”

*

At a loud nightclub with thumping music and copious sweet alcoholic drinks an elder god with a corset and an adam’s apple turns from their friends to address through the keystream. “He tries to be better, tries so hard to be as socially progressive as those he ideologically supports.”

*

A young slender ginger Scottish woman watches a volleyball tournament on a sunny beach, sips a cocktail and plays with a leash fondly. “But in the darkness when reason becomes his enemy he caves to the allure of the flesh and all of a sudden the great sins of patriarchy seem like flirtatious foreplay. A guiding light of lustful comfort and reassurance.”

*

On the spaceship the man with the emerald Green Eyes stares and the new leader of a resurgent nazi movement and grits his teeth. “Except with great privilege comes great responsibility. These monsters stand against everything he has ever stood for. They are incompetent, existentially dangerous to humanity and the fuckers made it personal.”

*

The young white man and his army of angry white men in the darkened alleyway sieg heil as the pyjama clad man rounds the corner angrily. “And so we have our fun.”

*

An old white man in a lab coat watches readouts on a screen as the pyjama clad man lays in an mri machine. “It’s all in his head of course and he could stop. Could rationalise but this is not his only problem. White man is not quite so privileged in all regards all the time. The mentally ill, the physically deficient, they are still very much discriminated against and misunderstood. There are many maladies plaguing his existence for which a cure would be magnificent.”

*

In an office a man sits at a desk pressing the same button over and over as the narror explains. “And even if he could get the cure, if he could end the pain, the tiredness and sense of inferiority and shame there is still the unfortunate reality of a world where if he is very very lucky he might get to press a single button over and over again for hours.”

*

The man with the long scarf grimaces. “And what makes this all so terrible is the knowledge there is one dreadful final solution to all the tedium, tiredness and pain. There is the ultimate of cures that could be administered at any moment.”

*

“So we’ll fight.” says the pyjama clad man as he launches himself down the angry of angry white men. “And we will keep fighting, over and an over.”

“Neither one of us maintaining the upper hand.” says the leader of the angry white men.

*

“And if they do the temptation will pull him back into a restorative haze.” says the tall ginger woman on the beach.

*

“Because the orbit is safe and holding.” says the younger man in the suit as he watches the man in pyjamas fall.

*

“It can’t last forever.” says the man with the emerald green eyes. “But maybe it doesn’t have to.”

*

“He will keep learning and striving to be a better man.” says the Elder God in the nightclub.

*

The Doctor in the labcoat examines the screen. “His body will ride out some of the storm affecting him. There will be no cure but he will adapt and solutions can be found even if they aren’t easy.”

*

The younger man in the suit stares in the mirror and sees the pyjama clad man looking back. “And in time he might be able to retrace his steps back to a version of himself that had faith the system and is capable of fighting to succeed in it again.”

*

The pyjama clad man walks down a dark and lonely road. “And my brain is not stuck in stasis. I may have to keep the majority of my intellect distracted by a never ending cycle of self love and self hate but I’m still processing all that has happened to me and one day I’ll know who I am again. Well hopefully.”