The Wreck of the Medusa

I am at the precipice of abandonment for the King's Court Crew of the Sinking Ship, having returned to the miasma of limitless conundrums and existential despair for 3 hours, this wednesday, only to find the isolated ship, loaded down with anger and disappointment, on the brink of capsizement, the emptied casks that once held hopes, having already been cast overboard; the same endless war of countless murders being eternally re-inacted on the hold's video screen for the young captive philistines, whose countenances bore the same careless and unresponsive attitudes, as the same grovellingly low-voiced rumbles or shrill pointless casting of aspersive and off-putting denials and irresponsible glances of furtiveness framing this activity...the same poisoned food and drink, the same squalor, the same denial of culpability and the same atmosphere of shame and guilt. and....worse......any attempt by anyone to change this horrid scenario.... met with hysterical behavior or glum silence forged from the darkness......what was at first, i thought, a bi-polar world, seemed to be sinking to a depressive extreme, with only flashes of excitement, predicated by lazy and unsustained clouds of hope, unsupported by any actions that could bring about even conditional modifications.........a garrote of prisoners bound in selfish and destructive lovelessness... the snakes have devoured the small animals and now feed upon themselves.......