Monday, June 16

Subversive House

It was a simplistic vision, a gentle thought, with a monumental haul of energy and dedication to bring it to life. The hours dragged into days and into months working for a vision, answering to the truth. As truthful as allowed in proportions to maturity.

Then a single sentence, "I thought it would be more subversive."

From the every lips of the entity that bears down on difference. That lectured on obedience and is painfully unappreciative of deviations that gives it no favors. It was a sneer, too casual, too flippant a remark made just as easily as it is for it to say 'No'.

It laughed at your pitiful sight, that even when it closes the door on you, you are too much of a coward to demand otherwise. You merely sit quietly by the door and wait for the slightest gap to open which excites you so much you start wagging your tail. Like a dog.

Your mind starts dulling, the smile starts widening, each step is a painful tug on your consciousness. It becomes questionable, it's easy to lose sight, to lose hope, to lose cheer. Are you responsible if you turn away, and irresponsible if you stay? Is it dishonest to remain optimistic?


Would you be a fool for your country?