Them Slick Willies
We do not trust the building.
Not the bricks ... The bricks are fine ... It is what is sitting at the desks inside that we do not trust ... Something got in and stayed ... Something cold in a warm chair ... Something that signs its name on things that change how we live and then goes home and lives differently ...
Why are we so suspicious of government. Say it as a real question. Not the bumper sticker version ... Not the version that already knows its own answer ... The real one ... The one that asks why the space between a citizen and the building feels like the space between a body and a thing that bit it once ...
Food for thought. Not food for swallowing ... The kind that requires a jaw ...
Sweden does not have this space.
That is not a fantasy ... That is a woman in Malmö who walks into a government office the way she walks into a pharmacy ... She needs something ... The building has it ... She walks in ... She does not brace first ... Her shoulders do not change shape before she opens the door ...
Slimy legal snakes at desks ... The seed said it plain so let it stay plain ... Something reptilian occupying furniture built for public servants ... Cold-blooded in a temperature-controlled room ... The residue on every document that passes through hands working for someone other than the person the document is about ...
In other countries the desks are just desks ... The person behind the desk is a person who went home last night and made dinner and will go home tonight and make dinner and in between does the work the public is paying them to do ... Not all countries ... Not perfectly ... But enough of them that the comparison is not a fairy tale ... It is an indictment ...
The fruit.
We talk about things being out of reach as though the height is natural ... As though healthcare hanging above our heads is gravity ... As though affordable medication at the top of the tree is just how trees grow ... Other democracies are eating the fruit ... Not because they are taller ... Because nobody climbed the trunk before them and sawed the lower limbs off so the only way to reach anything is to pay someone who owns a ladder ...
The ladder is the business model ... The sawing was the project ... The suspicion is not about the tree ... It is about the sawing we watched and did not stop ...
We are not suspicious of government ... We are suspicious of what sat down at the desk and called itself government ... The way you are not afraid of the house ... You are afraid of what moved into the house after the family that built it was made to leave ...
Other nations did not build better humans ... They built buildings where the snakes have a harder time getting comfortable ... Where the chair is not shaped for that body ... Where the fruit stays low enough for a person of ordinary height to reach without asking permission ...
That is not utopia ... That is plumbing ... The pipes work or they do not ... And ours have something living in them ...
DISCUSTING
February 12, 2026
Unfolding
Methodology: Wonderful Garbage
Style: Noir Song
Oyparaploo
