Simple Pleasures (or Paradise Lost)

The Guitar Player by José Ferraz de Almeida Júnior

It was the simple pleasures at the end of the day that made all the difference. A hearty meal of broth and bread, and a chance to relax and sing into to the early evening before retiring to face the next day. It had always been thus, until the terrible day when the men arrived and put up that infernal tower. Before long tranquillity was lost to the flickering blue light of plasma screens and handsets. Many believe Satan dwells in the bowels of the earth, but truth be told he is in the air. Lies and destruction are his delight, and TikTok and like are his joy.


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