The gently flowing stream of time dripped and weaved through the blissful ignorance of eternity, gently causing seeds of life to sprout and grow. The air was pink with comfort and satisfaction, shimmering with trust. It was any time, at any place, but it was also 1986, where neon lights drew bright lines around the dark landscape, and giants of advertising towered above the lowly individuals with glowing promises of escape from the mundane. Life flickered and scratched here and there like a VHS tape, laid over with purple inviting people to sit down and enjoy the view. A woman's sultry voice smoothly rose in and out of the contours of reality, singing of love and broken promises. Here, a man was selling fast food. There, a woman was modeling dresses that sparkled in the omnipresent glare. All of it was necessary, and none of it was needed.
Bart could see everything. Here was the cultural landscape created by years of unchecked capitalism trying to strangle the lone man in the distant future today. People walked like animals through the path laid for them by hands they would never see or feel. He could see what was there when the curtain had been stripped away, yet he was not distraught. Life was an insurmountable obstacle for greed to overcome and it was life that clung everywhere where the dystopia raised its ugly hand. Some people said life was transient, but the opposite was true. Life was eternal and the moment was simply gone, the world surrounding it fading into memories wrapped around each other like a fruit rollup made of someone's life.
Lisa walked in to see Bart sitting in a chair with a bag of weed by his side.
"Bart? What are you doing?"
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