Indecision – Curse #4933R

Posted on February 4, 2011


A man wakes up and on the corner of the bed sits his disease who has been gazing at him while he sleeps again. We need to talk, the disease tells him. It’s time to change your profession, and I’m thinking you’d be happy as a cultural anthropologist.  But the man, who has been a chemist, a city planner, a chef, a police officer, a dog, a cabaret dancer, an alcoholic, and others, trembles at the thought.  The disease scoots closer and puts an arm around him. There will always be guessing and uncertainty, the disease whispers, as diseases tend to do.