Things Were Made Cheaper and Cheaper

Taking things apart: as cheaply as possible — until there are no services left. An effort to separate the chaff from the wheat. An effort to gain freedom and independence, but one that, having been in vogue for quite some time, had now cleaved away the flesh from bone, and was finding more and more that the remaining skeleton could no longer support the sociological requisite of culture.
This effort to keep culture alive had now been carried to an extreme, that having peeled all of the layers off, all that was left was the tiny nucleus of the onion that no one could eat. Thus, society had come to a crashing halt when it was realized that there was nothing left to peel away, nothing left to divide and conquer. People had grown wise and aware of being kept in a cage by a controlling factor.


On that Sunday before the Wednesday of the full moon there was a lady that he saw walking along the beach on more than one trip to this island. She had bright red hair and couldn’t have been much higher than four and a half feet — a fact that alone would not have made her incredibly unique. But this slight woman — most obviously so often taken as a child — wore her hair done up as if it were a tower (in some apparent effort) to make herself distinguishable from a child. Her hair added an unbalanced foot, making her appear as a pole when she ambled down the strand. When people saw her, they knew she was an adult though the statement, or sign, perched on the top of her head precariously — as if, if she weren’t careful, she would topple over in the sand. She looked like the most remarkable of Simpson characters, yet her statement made people aware that she was not a kid walking in the sand. She did not have the invisibility of a child, and she obviously didn’t want it. Kids sometimes live in that separate world created by adults that ignore them. That is, until they are ignored so much, that they become something other than kids — something akin to monsters.