|We all have to eat. I watch you lap it up. The degradation is spectacular.|
|There’s something almost provocative (but not quite) in this compression of reality. The horror of it all remains contained. The truth, so to speak, is pressed up against one side of a transparent screen, muzzled and out of breath.|
|We can pretend we’re not the same — that we find one another absurd.|
|What choice is there?
Can you exist without pretending?
|Was there ever a good old days?|
|I watch you now and wonder who you really are. I wonder if you’ll lose it, what that would look like and how I’d see it. Imagine an outtake like that.|