Return to Predicate(s)

American soldier-vet of the Afghan campaign returns to find his darling-wife (Esmerelda) estranged, moving him to re-think the 'qualia' of Earthling knives for leviathan/uncertainty.

A war-vet consciousness portrait for your Autumn-'25. Thanks for reading (Happy Weekend), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Afghan-War) and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I had returned from the Afghan campaign for the United States as an assigned/positioned Slovak-Algerian Bostonian Catholic American soldier-patriot following the 9/11 horror-show only to discover, after returning to my life of convenience-consumerism lifestyle work as a coffee-outfit sports-blogging American citizen in Boston-town, that my darling-wife (Esmerelda), had decided her life as a patient school-teacher awaiting the return of her war-patriot hubby was too angsty to warrant any limitation of emotion/choices indulgences. My name's Amlan Satan, and I discovered Esmerelda was in-love with her school-sweetheart, leaving me heartbroken but normally-resolved to (simply) plant my American-Earthling feet back into the Homeland ground-soil after returning as a decorated young man and warrior (Facebook-like!)." 

ESMERELDA: Hon, you orchestrate your post-return cyber-adaptation and life-art.

AMLAN: Honey, I care about this fiction-adapt for my 'examination' of the War, ok?

ESMERELDA: Well, I thought about Timmy not to worry for your non-return, ok?

AMLAN: I thought you were a happy Princeton-princess, Esmerelda (hmmm).

ESMERELDA: Waiting for you to return to write some sad-novel and drink coffee?

AMLAN: That's American (Facebook-like).

ESMERELDA: Look, I'm not the Devil, hon...I just want a differentiated window(s).

AMLAN: Wow, war's glass (Selfie-like)...can't say I have the powers of intuition.

ESMERELDA: I did love you, war-hubby, quite a lot; stay cool (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: Sure.

"I couldn't believe my ears; Esmerelda was my American Dream angel; and now she'd become my discredit(s) ministress, resolved to message (to all!) that a war-soaked American might indulge too much in battlefield messaging, coffee-work depression, and Earthling kinesthesia too male-centric. I had to admit, war's veil make for a male-psyche turn of colors for Selfie-absorption. Esmerelda had fallen for this 'great' school-sweetheart from her past, and I had no say or think now but to surf Google and look for images of Earthling/American psychiatry for the Ego (ok)."

TIMMY: Here's some world-exchange soft/zesty luchi-bread for football-Sunday.

ESMERELDA: Thanx, sweetheart (ha).

TIMMY: How's Satan?

ESMERELDA: Ex-Satan (right).

TIMMY: War's Hell.

ESMERELDA: Facebook-like (for computing knucklebones).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)