The morning after the federal election

I remember walking through the city the morning after the federal election. Other people were walking around. They looked guilty and none of them would look me in the eye. I tried to peer into their souls to see what was there but they wouldn't let me. Maybe nothing was there any more. Maybe a pale blind worm slid in their ear as the government changed and ate everything worth keeping.

Or maybe they were practising a dissociative response for the long days ahead. Leaving their bodies behind to take the abuse while their secret selves hid elsewhere. Maybe their secret selves were playing Candy Crush Saga. Maybe their secret selves were playing GTAV. Maybe their secret selves were kicking back with a box set of some highly-regarded HBO something while their bodies drifted across the streets like litter in the wind.