i absentmindedly sat in front of It.
with a hint of a slouch (just ever so slightly...).
i was conditioning myself for another escape. another respite from the banalities of a dull life.
but a conundrum was reopened for me.
It was talking to me about masks.
Oh, i said. i know about masks. they are indispensable.
Yes. It said.
for how can you deceive the world to believe that you are happy
...or excited.
...or interesting...and interested.
one should always have his mask ready. a mask for this...or for that.
a mask to wear when the crudity of life begets too many braids and braids of lies and
tear drops. salty. bitter. and in rarity, sweet.
a mask to wear for the gravity of the moment.
It was talking to me of masks...i concurred.
Then anOther begged to disagree.
the Other posed a question...with all innocence (that appealed to one's better sensibilities...and curiosity of course).
it talked to me of a way of to render masks useless.
but this way was harder...
for it asks to have one teach his own face to become the mask.
there is truth in artifice. apparently.
you? where are your masks?
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