She reserves her scorn for those in power who have made poor choices; she has been there before, when ruling over the kingdom in that famous underwater city, back when arts were supported & lungs could go water or air. Back then, technology had rid us of illness, perfecting this human journey, back before the alien overlords packed up & took with them the cures. She blames herself, knowing her brand of sarcasm doesn’t always sit well with extra-terrestrial intelligences, those big heads & serious eyes, no real sense of humor or irony. There’s not much humor in being probed; like a stick in someone’s eye, people get hurt. That explains a lot, with karma placing her this lifetime in Nutley, NJ, working part-time as a cashier in a warehouse/grocery store. So when espying the pretty celebrities that fill her tabloid rack, she doesn’t really feel jealousy or compassion. They know the deal, she figures. They knew it from long before the paparazzi started snapping candids. This is the fate they’ve signed on for, the deal that puts them in the miserable one percent, far above the fray & yet caught up in their personal sacrifices, signing off on privacy to let the populace have their vicarious jollies. Beware the common envy. She shakes her head knowingly.

Bio: Gary Glauber