Everything is shuttered down.
The roads are empty. The people are inside their homes, sleeping or cursing the lack of food or entertainment.
The men on the street stand around in vigil. They throw cold glances at those driving around, wait for them to do something even remotely incriminating so that they can be yelled at. I am standing at my window watching all this and wondering if they will hold it against me that I am looking around aimlessly.
The TV channels are blacked out. When you turn them on, there is a screen full of black and white angry grains. The only thing you can watch is the news where there's only so much to watch.
The forced day of nothingness is the worst; it takes the fun out of it.
The roads are empty. The people are inside their homes, sleeping or cursing the lack of food or entertainment.
The men on the street stand around in vigil. They throw cold glances at those driving around, wait for them to do something even remotely incriminating so that they can be yelled at. I am standing at my window watching all this and wondering if they will hold it against me that I am looking around aimlessly.
The TV channels are blacked out. When you turn them on, there is a screen full of black and white angry grains. The only thing you can watch is the news where there's only so much to watch.
The forced day of nothingness is the worst; it takes the fun out of it.
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