media at christmas

Flurries of year-enders float and settle
    The wires quiet
          Nothing to report
              Trees are falling in forests, where everyone is on holidays
                  No-one wants to know
          Nothing happens without reporters
I joke like last year.
    Those left at work never laugh; bored, busy enough, resentful, resigned, ruefully cheerful,       explicitly mercenary
They get through the hours, timestamp the obscure days' events
     'May as well be working'
     'I don't mind, really'
     Penalty rates
New parents, mortgage-captives, ladder-climbers, the lonely, the powerless ignored, necessary B-grade bosses,
casuals.

The lull before the hiatus
and all through the culture ...

Postponed reading looming
Saved Links stacked
unseen
ennui

Happenings unscheduled go unheeded,
un-needed
    slacken obligated attention and
Wake pre-dawn and imitator birds are hard at it,
all work, no play, no breaks
no look-backs, no dread nostalgia
in the perpetual now job

    You should put up that feature about going off-grid - they did leave you in charge, after all.

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