Artificial Dreams

When we were younger, we loved real things...

...things we could touch, taste, feel, hold in our hands.

But as we’ve grown, we watched the life in our hands age and lose its youthful color.

We saw the grass began to show signs of drought, and it horrified us. The panic in our head shouted that the lawn would just keep dying unless we put down artificial turf.

Turf never dies, never loses its color… Turf is exactly what you expect of it. Turf can never grow; that didn’t bother us, though, because we found that turf is just so much easier to maintain.

We started surrounding ourselves with artificial until it permeated every aspect of our lives. We’ve been told that artificial will makes us happy, and now we want nothing else. 

We drive artificial cars, blasting artificial music that screams artificial lyrics. We only drink artificial chemicals that dazzle us with their artificial colors and artificial energy. We prefer artificial foods with artificial sugars to fill us with artificial life. We love our artificial girlfriend with her artificial waist, artificial blonde hair, artificial white teeth and artificial lips. We buy her artificial jewelry with our artificial money, and we hold hands in a display of artificial love and artificial security.

We strut around the artificial city with our artificial tans and tell ourselves

“Artificiality has brought us our dreams.”

…But it hasn’t.

Deep down we can feel: it didn’t bring us our dreams but changed what we dreamt of.