Don't Look Up!
A Vibe Shift has been declared and who knows what’s worse — being subsumed, or being left behind.
A week ago my back went out. I thought it was sciatica. But now I fear it is something far worse. It seems the vibe is shifting. The vibe! Shifting! Which changes everything. I’ve already filled my bathtubs and stocked up on canned goods, but, jeez, what do I do next? Because, as Tony sang in West Side Story, there is something momentous in the offing.
Could it be? Yes, it could
Something’s coming, something good
If I can wait!
Something’s comin’, I don’t know what it is
But it is gonna be great!
Maybe something good; Tony was blinded by infatuation, and the “something” didn’t turn out all that great, did it? What he felt approaching was gang violence. So this new official inkling of shiftitude portends we know not what.
Could it be softer hues in the eye-shadow palette? Could it be the Apocalypse? Gluten-free toaster pastry? Race war? The return of leisure suits? The ascendance of MPop, as Myanmar finally claws its way into the global Top 40? Maybe JFK Jr. is about to be resurrected on Dealey Plaza to lead us out of tyranny and look simply fantastic for all eternity. Maybe something to do with Coca-Cola Starlight. For what it’s worth, there are 190,000 Russian troops at Ukraine’s doorstep. All we know is that disruption is en route.