It runs our world. And we talk. And yet behind the talking there is a missing truth. It's lost. And we regain it. We hope. But without talking. Number. Numbers. All the numbers. Why can't we speak? Because the foundations of our world are based on another one of those virtual things that we believe in. Like a God. When we no longer believe it is lost. I pretend not to care. But when that 50p rolls out my hand that apple juice is no longer mine. It's what we own. And that's where it lies. Secrets. The idea of comparing or realizing what we don't have stops the talking. It stops people moving. It stops us being the same. It leaves the people behind. The ones who don't have a pocket full. If we're nice enough we'll give them some, if we don't have much ourselves or are feeling particularly generous.
H.D
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