Entry #3

Grey Awakening
by Sam Wright


Now isn’t that odd? I pass by this old building every day, but I never noticed till just now that the sign is gone. Damn, that’s just weird. Maybe I’m getting old, or maybe it’s this weather doing it to me. Grey. Everything’s grey this time of year.

We haven’t had any snow even though it’s January, so instead of white everything is a dull grey. The clouds seem to have taken root above the old grey factory and now it blends in almost as if its part of the sky. But I know it wasn’t always like this. The sign had color - a lot of color - giving the structure a personality. I can see the outline of where it was just below the power lines that hang lifeless like a memorial banner.

When did it happen? It’s not like it was important to me or anything, but it simply bothers me to know that things can change so easily without my noticing them. What else have I missed? What other transmutations have taken place right under (or over) my nose?

Oh well.

Damn, I have to laugh at myself, getting all worked up over something like this. I never even liked the old bastard. I never voted for him (but then no one ever “voted” for him).Now he’s gone - hanged by the neck until…

Well, I guess I just miss him always watching. Like a butcher watching chickens. Odd though, missing Saddam’s face. Very odd indeed.