Fairy Tale

Once upon a time. That's how a fairy tale starts. Do you want to read a fairy tale? Yes? Did you say yes? ... Great. I'm so happy for you. Too bad this isn't a fairy tale. Do you still want to keep reading? Really? I guess you like me. Or maybe you just like the rhetorical nature of this gibber-jabber. The fact that I like talking to myself. The fact that as I strike these keys I hear a voice in my ear. A voice born with senses -- an ability to see words and make speech. Yet, all that voice managed to say so far is "yes."

I hate hearing the word "yes." Or maybe I like it. Or maybe I'm supposed to like it because it's every man's dream. Yes.

Yes, I hear a voice.

Yes, I am not crazy. You like how I can still muster the earthly power to install a negative. No you are not?

That's right. A negative times negative equals a positive. Say it with me. A negative times a negative equals a positive.

These episodic circles of mental incognition have me trapped and shuffling through a lily pond of shallow loss. But this isn't like losing my favorite teddy which I did at the age of four, or losing my perfect penmanship assignment in the 2nd grade to my pup Ajax, or losing my way home in "that" part of town at 16 and in a drunken stupor. No, this is the kind of loss you feel when your room can't become any smaller. When the world wants to wrap its arms around you, but all you can do is hear the pestering voice of the toneless air in your room saying: Yes.

Let's pretend that, Yes, I can do it.

And they lived happily, ever after.


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