Oh my... Where'd I go?
Just recently I disappeared. I don't quite know where I went or where I am now. I was chatting merrily away to a lawyer, I picked up a pen, signed my name & 'pouff', I just vanished. Remember "Randall & Hopkirk (deceased)" when Hopkirk just faded away?
So I'm ambling about in a void. Even if I do know where I am or how I got here, I can't tell anyone. One minute an experienced professional and then, nothing. Because nothing has happened.
I can't say where I used to work, why I left or how I left. I can't tell the Jobcentre why I'm asking about entitlement to benefits, which makes them suspicious of me. They can't tell me what I'm entitled to unless I ask them the right questions and I can't tell them if or when or how much I was last paid by my last employer - who I can't name. Because nothing has happened.
I can't tell any prospective employer why I'm available for a job, nor can my previous employer. Because nothing has happened.
Its a Kafkaesque nightmare, a Monty Python sketch, an absurdist happening - where nothing has happened.
I have to accept I've sold my soul, I went to the crossroads and struck a deal - now I'm damned to roam this purgatory for eternity, stuck in The Vestibule of Dante's Upper Hell, forever feeling the pain of being 'stung'.
If there is a god I might be allowed to peer into the lower reaches. I wonder if I'll spot familiar faces covered in excrement, or boiling pitch, or wearing lead mantles, or buried up to the neck in ice?
To quote Simon from the film 'As Good As It Gets' after he's been duped & robbed & left wounded by those he trusted:
"Oh my... Where'd I go?"