Hallucinations are nations where appearances are often quite deceiving. There isn't a shared language other than fluent gibberish. That may look like a fair law proposed by a wise politician, when in fact it’s a stupid idea from an utter nincompoop. That road you’re driving on has several gaping potholes that would do a number to your delicate struts, but you won’t notice them, even as your vehicle begins to rot in real time. Is it a tax a toll a gift or a bribe? Nothing to see here but butterflies and birdies.
What are those people gathering in a large group doing? Is it a protest? Are they blocking traffic? No, it’s just a nice parade of gentle souls and calm people using their sweetest inside voices. A cherubic band of well-adjusted individuals exercising their right to exercise.
In a hallucination, things aren’t always what they seem. No, that’s not a scooter riding down the center of the sidewalk, terrifying pedestrians ambling aimlessly through life.
Is that a golden retriever or a unicorn? Both are pretty commonplace these days.
Or maybe you imagined the whole thing.
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