there i was in late middle age cut loose in a thoroughly looted, bankrupt nation whose assets had been sold off to foreigners,
a nation swamped by unchecked plagues
and superstition and illiteracy
and hypnotic TV, with virtually no health services for the poor.
Where to go? What to do?
Words: from Hocus Pocus by Kurt Vonnegut (1990)
Images: Jacob Whibley