There was this one time when nobody cared about anything., by inthecafeteria

Hey, neo again! Ya'll should encourage the other writers to post more! :P

Discovered this piece today, and it reminded me of the concept of the 'one fine evening' described by the French anarchists, the idea that in that evening the oppressed would rise up against the ruling class and seize the means of production. This piece is that, mixed with the fact that power only exists if both parties (the ruler and the subject) accept the arrangement. This piece describes inthecafeteria's vision of the day when everyone forgets those agreements, told in the casual everyman tone that is often found in his pieces.

So, there was this one time when nobody cared about anything.

I read all about it on a folded up napkin I found in the remains of a bulldozed apartment.

Apparently it only lasted one day, but during that one day, there was truly not a single person who cared about a single thing.

People woke up in the morning to the sound of their alarm clocks and turned them onto snooze without a second thought. Needless to say, no one made it into work on time that day. Most simply didn't go.

And even more didn't wake up.

The few store clerks who showed up didn't bother charging anybody for purchases, but no one ever took more than they needed, or hardly anything at all.

The streets were calm and friendly, and no one had anywhere to go anyway.

There was no hurry, there was no rush. There was no stress or fuss. People did what they felt like and not what they "needed" to. In truth, and for that one day, they didn't need to. Musicians played their music, singers sang their songs, painters created beautiful portraits of calm and ease.

Many babies were born without names.

The President got numerous calls from various overseas countries calling off their individual feuds and rivalries, and they all proposed that everything be cool between them forever.

Defendants were found innocent if they promised not to do it again. They promised and meant it.

If someone's television went out, they'd just shrug to themselves, recline in their chairs and stair at the ceiling, contemplating absolutely nothing.

Couples put aside their differences, many of which had been sparked years before, and made the most passionate love of their lives, filled with romance, kisses and "I love you"s.

That day held the most peaceful deaths in all of recorded history.

And the napkin goes on and on. It was truly a day in which nobody cared about anything.

Of course, come the next day everyone was pretty well fucked.

P.S: To me, the end is also interesting, for the same reason I spoke about in my preamble to Love Letters.