lies.

I had my assurance from the start. The world was a stage, set to deceive me, and the people around me were all part of the drama. The object was to make me believe it wass all for real: the land, the forest, the fields, the farmer’s tractor, the village, the shops and the mailman. The world beyond the distant hill was a blurred set piece. I was constantly listening for false tones of voices, patiently waiting for people to give themselves away. When i left a room, I would quickly turn around just as I reached the door to get a glimpse of the people inside as they really were. When I wasn’t present, people took off their masks, leaning their tired heads in their hands and resting. When I was on my way in, they all had to step into their uncomfortable bodies again, these frames that didn’t fit them, with their embittered faces and false tongues.