real life, Black Mirror....(societal scripts)

           
           
           
   traveling through echo chambers-across bridges, fields of spring flowers & green grass, pass grave yards, in and out of places, and back "home"          
           
    where's the "life" at? the "adventure".... the illusion of location.... the illusion all around.... living in the moment.... what makes those moments worth while-are they worth making lasts....          
           
   the illusion all around-the illusion of many paths.... you know that "memory game" where you have to find the cards that match.... life isn't that simple-fine needles in hill piles of haystacks....          
           
 then there's the "odd sqads", or the ones who walk a "different path"- may more or less interact; may be cool, distant, or "lives for attention" .... who the hell knows.... some may "hate" this existence, some may possess a soul somewhat "childlike" or a one that's "old"....          
           
 "personality"-who do you vibe with the most; but in the end; that "currency" and "social standing",          
wedges between most if not more or less everyone from genuinely getting close....          
         
 isolation's cool, but that social decay eventually shows.... why must things be so difficult?          
         
 oh yes they are.