Fabricated Reality

Well,  we have finally done it.  Finally left that horrid, treacherous place full of crappy people,...pain,  anguish , sadness, regret,...and those messy germ-filled  handshakes.  Sickening sneezes,  body odors, bad breath, creepy lustful full body scans.....GONE!   Sinister smirks, shit-eating grins, disgusted eye-rolls, sexual tension?  . Uneasy silence, polar politics, cold realities?  Conversations?

Crows feet and sagging frown wrinkles forming on our once taut faces can be fixed in a second!...with the help of an old photograph or one that is  shot with a fuzzy lens.  We are sitting on forty  new ass-pounds that no-one out there will ever know about!  Concrete and steel ....they are so, so cold.         

 Real people are too.

 

No-no.  No more. We have left that curs-ed place!   Curs-ed..... 'reality'!

Let's make something better!  Easier!  A  reality of our own making!   Beginning  a paradoxical journey....to a life that is worth living!  A warm and fuzzy place where reality only appears with a hurried  dash to the restroom.  Designing  a much better way  to live out the remainder of our lives. 

 Our creation  :  .....'fabricated reality'.

Which is real?  Both?  Neither?  Have you locked yourself inside your prison  cell ..to escape?  Are all of your human  realities formed from simple typeface and photographs?  Do you really need anything out there anyway?

Content to live this life of contradiction. Happy to  make a home here ....in "fabricated reality".