Nemesis
The past has a horrible habit of catching up with you…. and fair enough if you’ve got crimes or deplorable behaviour to answer for. Sometimes, if you’re wired that way, gangs of less heinous former embarrassments and awkwardnesses sneak into the mind. Like small, snivelling distant relatives of the Classical Furies, they often ply their trade in the small hours of the morning. Sadly, the Furies don’t do much in the way of relentless pursuit these days. Hellhounds don’t dog many heels. We’ve got the toxic banality of 70’s pop/rock instead. Any day touched by its rank tendrils is not a good day. As far as I can tell, I’ve violated no tombs, offended no gods, desecrated no shrines. I can’t identify a single action that would merit what happened. There was no warning, no trigger, no fragment of a tune from a passing vehicle. Nothing. For no reason at all, I found myself thinking of a song by The Captain and Tennille. Hearing it would have been bad enough. Having it come to mind unbid...