brain kim

Sometime ago Congress quietly passed a bill requiring all seats (e.g. chairs, sofas, stools) to come equipped with seat belts. We who didn’t keep up with the news were surprised to find seat belts everywhere: in our living rooms, in our work and home offices, on park benches. We would wear the seatbelts as a joke saying funny things like better safe than sorry and buckle up: it’s the law. Inevitably we developed this feeling of anxiety: in class, at movies and plays, even alone at our computers.  We became aware of this great sense of waiting, cosmic or primordial, which occurred concomitantly with the usual waits for kid menus and porn previews. And though the law was repealed shortly thereafter, the feeling remains. It pervades.