When You Try To Pass A Normal Day At The Mall

You. Looking in the window with the grayish moustache. Yes, you. You are chosen. It does not matter that I have looked down and you are no longer there. I have captured you in my mind, and in short seconds you will assume a new life on this page. Leap up in response to my inferences! If I think you’d break that window and steal a necklace, that’s exactly what you’ll do. Your story is beyond your power; with the death of your independence comes the birth of my purposes. Your reality is substituted for another. Which is more real?