Pokémon Go | People keep telling me there are monsters here now. We can’t see them without help and they never stop coming. Dozens of blue-hued faces prowl through parks and skip down streets. We want to catch them all but they never stop coming. We aren’t scared of them because we’re real brave and we aren’t afraid of things we cannot see.
There are monsters all over Yemen and Somalia and Rwanda. There are monsters all over Ankara and Istanbul, and they hide inside tanks and dance on the barrels of guns as they shoot metal fire into the sky like shooting stars trying to escape our cities to the cold dark of space. They killed 294 of us, and their blood sticks to the bottom of our shoes as we stalk a Zubat hovering above a flaming car, flapping its thin leather wings against the wall of our indifference before turning from us into a darkening alley.
There are monsters all over Asia and Europe and Africa. There is a monster in America and it hides behind the too-white teeth of a future leader and dances across borders like a whirling, shapeless shadow coiling around the grinning incisors of a Gengar. And a man who wears darkness and leaks shadow tells us he has no time to hunt monsters. He is building a wall to keep monsters out. We believe him because sometimes we’re not real brave and we don’t want to be afraid and we won’t be with a wall between us and them. The man smiles and the Gengar smiles and we remember that monsters can smile too.
There are monsters all over Canada and Alberta and Edmonton. There is a monster in my home and in your home and it hides in our fear and it slithers across our keyboards and stiffens our fingers and massages the lie that monsters don’t live here. Then a car full of Ekans coiled around the tongues of its passengers spews liquid hate at a man willing to catch it calmly if only for a few awkward moments of their time. The Ekans tightens around their throats and ears and obscenities slip past their rotting tongues and they drive off never hearing a word.
People keep telling me there are monsters here now. We can’t see them without help and they never stop coming. We aren’t scared of them because we aren’t afraid of things we choose not to see.
People keep telling me there are monsters here now, but there were always monsters here.