The Secret

They tell me I must not share this secret I have discovered after so much searching I must keep it to myself lest I spoil the twist that takes place three quarters of the way through as if life is little more than a movie and I an actress cast in a starring role forced by the studio to sign an NDA in my blood stating I sacrifice my soul to Hades and give my body up to be ripped to shreds by the sharp teeth of the three heads of Cerberus if I dare to have the audacity to violate it So I seat myself silently at a table in a library or at a bus stop or a train station or on a bench in a park where parents watch over their children as they play flipping through old photo albums filled with pictures of people who have long since passed away along with places which no longer exist today showing them to anyone that sits down beside me before asking if they recognize any of the many they see then when they invariably answer, “No. What does it matter?” I reply, “Exactly”