It's just a toy.
It's just a toy. A plastic toy. A cheap reproduction of something that didn't even ever exist in the first place.
And yet I hold it like it is something real, like it holds all the wisdom and power I will ever need. Like it holds the key to the universe. I treat it with such care and respect and it gives me nothing. It amuses me, but it can never really give me what I need from it. Push button, lights on. Flick switch, lights up.
It's just a toy. The joy it generates is fleeting. And never truly real. In my mind I see this molded lump of plastic as such a wondrous thing, but all it is is garbage. Garbage with a LED. It is useless.
And the closer up you get, and the closer you stare at it the faker it gets. When you're right up close, confronted by it, you can see all that is wrong with it. All that should be, but isn't. All that could be, but wont.
But I'll take my fleeting moment of joy, hold this object in my hand and be happy, if only for a while. My plastic lie will keep me satisfied.
(I'm really bloody tired so please forgive me for this.)
And yet I hold it like it is something real, like it holds all the wisdom and power I will ever need. Like it holds the key to the universe. I treat it with such care and respect and it gives me nothing. It amuses me, but it can never really give me what I need from it. Push button, lights on. Flick switch, lights up.
It's just a toy. The joy it generates is fleeting. And never truly real. In my mind I see this molded lump of plastic as such a wondrous thing, but all it is is garbage. Garbage with a LED. It is useless.
And the closer up you get, and the closer you stare at it the faker it gets. When you're right up close, confronted by it, you can see all that is wrong with it. All that should be, but isn't. All that could be, but wont.
But I'll take my fleeting moment of joy, hold this object in my hand and be happy, if only for a while. My plastic lie will keep me satisfied.
(I'm really bloody tired so please forgive me for this.)