"London is a Leaky Tap"

Bombs going off in Subways…hmmm…sounds an awful lot like a literary allusion to Hell. Just goes to show that while we popularly believe that we-in-reality control the world-of-fiction, it is really those characters that pull our strings.

But more to the point, metros remind me of giant, blind worms slithering beneath the city. Sort of like the giant worms slithering above ground (whoops, metaphors again, sorry). But when you think about the people in them, it’s more like an ant colony. Working, working, working. For Pete’s sake, it took 50 people dying to spice up the commuting habits of these droll Londoners. At least the Iraqis know how to keep life exciting.

Which reminds me of a quote by Shaikh Zakaria al-Tamimi: “This is because Iraqis are like chicken and nobody cares about the killing of a chicken, but the British are the lords of this world.”

I wonder how many Londoners cried about the bombings and then went home to some chicken? And of course, they cried more after dinner. Tragedy like this can’t be gotten over that quickly. (drip drip drip.) And, to further enliven the hypothetical, I wonder how many of those crying, chicken-devouring Londoners have the title ‘lord’? It all comes together, sort of like a mystery novel. The unraveling of the knot.

Or if this was compared to a literary work of slightly more enduring character, we could return to the Hell symbolism and endorse human primitivism and naturalism or even the inborn guilt of man(andwoman)kind. But that stuff is beyond this situation. It’s not some storybook to be moralized. Of course not. (drip drip drip.)