It was long ago before horses became a status symbol
and ponies were rich children's toys that Egon fell to
earth, from the hayloft down to the cow shed and he
had an epiphany. He foresaw a world, a world where
there was no stigma attached to idleness, that it was
normal to sleep, curtains drawn, to ten in the morning
and have long brunch and not as now be served gruel.
When he woke up it was 2013 and was told gruel was
healthy, kept you fit to get up at six in the morning and
work twelve hours in an office, perform boring work
that had no meaning other than to keep people occupied
in the false knowledge of being useful.
He had slept through the ages, except for lack of horse
Manure in streets, nothing much had changed, even
the unemployed drew curtains open before going to
bed again… not working was still a stigma.
