The lie is up. But what if there was nothing holding it together but the lie? What happens after the lie? When the lie’s no longer a lie?
Nothing’s working. Nothing’s productive. Nothing’s busy. No one’s keeping up appearances. Appearances aren’t keeping up appearances. They can’t be bothered anymore.
They’re taking down the scenery. Dismantling the set. They’re not even pretending to pretend.
Is this what we’ve uncovered: the truth? The non-lie of the ruins?
Work in Progress 