I walked to the open window as the church clock struck. I counted, absentmindedly. “One… two… three…” The church was no longer used for prayer. “Seven… eight…” Second-hand luxury cars one side, homeless shelter t’other.
“Time for Wheetie-pops!” screamed the screen. I pushed the Off button.
“Shut up. “Eleven… twelve… thirteen… “
George Orwell come true or just the moon pulling away from Earth?