genetic evil in the world

Got a dry cough started a few days ago as a little itching in my throat that developed like a biological warfare into the most embarrassing barking spasms. Well, viruses are used in biological warfare, and who knows, when most people I know complain about the same stuff for months now, what's in the air, and where it's coming from... And it's just coming back in different forms, like all my friends, relatives have this thing going on, and attacking their different sensories. My problem's right now is that it doesn't matter what kind of natural help I'm using to help to get something coming up it's still only dry cough.

Also my Norwegian friend complains about this, and to that my Australian one which is quite away from Iceland, if the volcano would be suspected to cause this, but then all this started for all of us a long time ago. In Norway they had unusually dry and polluted air, well in Australia the biggest heat waves for a long while.
We talked about the volcano eruptions being part of the severe weather events that had occured in the recent years, just like the hurricanes. As if self-healing methods of the Earth to gain back the balance in the biosphere. The ironic thing with the lava and ash particles is that they are needed in a way for the air, and they're organic part of the circulation of the whole ecosystem. However they stop planes flying, for instance. On the other hand if you think of how much we destroy the ozone layer when using the stratosphere, and how all that influences the life on this planet...

It was funny too, that I've just read a short story by a Norwegian author I like very much, about a little guy getting very sick, and demanding a kinda syrup they have against caughing. Today, while trying to rest and cure myself, been listening to Eno's Thursday Afternoon on repeat. I find this one-hour long quiet piece of music so relaxing, it goes like a flow, so gentle and as if it was a self-supporting, self-enclosed system - very becalming and very likely helps in healing. I was watching some episodes from the 80's Twilight Zone series just the other day. Many of them were great and sometimes still shocking to see, but there was one in particular that worked my imagination to an extreme.

It's happening on a hot summer day when a mom and her son, while driving through lonely sun scorched meadows, meet an old man in a dirty suit, coming out of nowhere. They give him a ride, and he asks the mom to drive faster. He says the sun is after him. When he goes on telling stories about genetic evil, people coming out of the dry ground like locusts to devour humans, one tire goes flat. They stop and the mom fixes it, but when they go on the man goes on with his scary stories, too, so they get rid of him.
They take a bath in a lake somewhere ahead on the road. When it's time to go home, the boy asks if there is a different road they can take. He actually is afraid now that they can meet the evil described so vividly by the old man. Soon they are stopped by a boy younger then him in a bright white suit, who says he got lost while his family had picnic out there. So they take him with them, and while they're still driving, the summer night falls fast. Suddenly the little boy says something to the mom that sounds like insect noise, and the car breaks down. They look at the boy who asks them if they have ever wondered whether there was such a thing as genetic evil in this world.

Story Sample - Bjarte Breiteig: En liten gutt en gang (A little boy once)

Silver Screen - J.D. Feigelson: The Burning Man (story: Ray Bradbury)
Song Selection - Brian Eno: I Dormienti (The Sleepers)