Telling Tales

The television reveals young people on a sandy beach they are drinking in a sunset and being beautiful. It’s a lobster commercia but we are not told that until the lobster starts speaking. We have made the young as dumb as we were, but they are catching on fast. It’s impossible to regret anything when the very ground under our feet is begging for more fables. Until the world is healed of our reality we will carry on dispensing sweet, sweet nothings. We must be seen as fully clothed, able to function on the old fictions until we pass away into our own story books.