Scenes From The 21st Century – Issue 16

GOD, WHAT A WEIGHT
Two similarly clad men, stood in a wasteland called a Back Office, everywhere in general.
“Ah, what a glorious day.”
“Ah, yes. That yellow light is lovely, make no mistake.”
“And don’t our shackles glint beautifully in here?”
“So they do. Just like a paramour’s eyes.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“You can’t, not enough links.”
“Very drole, I must say.”
“Can you remember yesterday, when we could see and feel our necks?”
“Don’t be unrealistic, there’s no such thing as yesterday.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Yesterday, and the others. No reality left in them. Like us, there’s only this, this now. No more real, just this.”
“But what is this real? We do…”
“No, we don’t. When was the last time you did anything, especially about anything?”
“If we don’t make it real, who does?”
“Them. Or to be more precise, no-one.”
“No-one! Isn’t that impossible?”
“It’s the great triumph of now, to do away with the idea that anyone does anything real anymore. It just is real.”
“Really?”
“Very drole. Reality is the thing.”
“Will you know this, me, yourself tomorrow?”
“Ah, yes, never fear, it’ll be real tomorrow.”
“For how long?”
“We won’t know. It doesn’t bear thinking about. Tomorrow will be so real, today will be forgotten.”
“But what will it mean, tomorrow, with nothing of yesterday in it?”
“It’ll just be real. Pure, unproblematic, unquestionably real.”
“I don’t know.”
“Exactly.”
“Do you remember, yesterday when we didn’t have these?” (points to shackles)
“Doesn’t bear thinking about.”
“What else is there to do?”
“Just be real. It doesn’t mean anything, but it’s real.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“That’s just it. I don’t mean anything. Real doesn’t mean anything. It just is.”
“So, it’s best to forget about tomorrow?”
“Absolutely. Now you’re talking.”
“Really?”
“Very drole. Not really. That would take too long. Best not to think. Just be real.”
“Do you not think…”
“It might be what we’re doing here.”
“What are we doing here?”
“Best not to think about it. Ought not to be unrealistic.”
“Why? How do we know how real it is without being unrealistic?”
“Now you’re being unrealistic. It doesn’t bear thinking about.”
“Is the world real?”
“It’s what we’re told, so it must be.”
“But how would we know?”
“We don’t need to know. It just is.”
“Are we real?”
(The lights go out, the theatre is put into entire darkness.)

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