Between a rock and hard place

It is on the days I pay household bills that the reality of living between a rock and hard place is impossible to ignore. The illusion of things being "normal" is ripped away. The trickle of funds coming in is instantly soaked away leaving me to wonder how much longer the system can tread water before it completely succumbs to exhaustion.

It would seem the whole rotten mess of serfdom and debt peonage will peak this year with the financial crash now taking place on Wall Street. We will all become Sisyphus attempting to roll the boulder to the top of the hill only to have it roll over us on its way back to the bottom.

I can't say I'm getting use to it, but the feeling of being road kill has certainly become a familiar one.