News Story #5: Adrift at Sea

When existence loses meaning

To say I am a ship without a rudder is hardly fair. My rudder is intact. It’s only someone at the helm that I miss. But it wasn’t always so. This isn’t an end I could have foreseen when I came into being a fleeting few decades ago — My meaningful days spent as hostess to the rich and famous. Now I am undone — Adrift without purpose or meaning.

There was talk of redemption if not salvation. Perhaps reclamation is the word most accurately used. But evidently I proved too troublesome for that for now no redemption is in sight. It is one thing when you cut yourself off — isolating yourself. It is quite another to be isolated with no say.

My days turn into weeks turn into months turn into years. Less frequently with the passage of time, I cry out. Does anyone hear me? Perhaps it would be worse if they did. Perhaps I now am considered so far past the point of redemption as to be considered unclean — an anathema, a pariah. Perhaps I am considered a threat? Could that be the reason for such inhumane treatment? Perhaps it’s best if I sink to the bottom of the sea.

Glenn B Miller