HUCKLEBERRY HAX
“It’s good to step outside of our realities from time to time,” I said. “Respite.” “If you say so,” she replied, her eyes wandering to the window behind me. “Maybe it just serves to make our realities appear less real.” “Perhaps because our choices are more visible from the outside looking in.” “On the one hand,” she said, “seeing that your life is the way it is because of the choices you made is a good thing if it leaves you with a greater sense of control. On the other, does the machinery of big society continue to work if all the individuals gain a sense of awareness of its illusionary nature?” “We can choose to accept the illusion and still know that it’s an illusion.” “Can we?” she asked. “If you run a red light at a crossroads in the dead of night, when you can see that there are no cars for miles in any direction, are you actually doing anything wrong?” “You’re breaking the law,” she stated. “The law is an illusion,” I replied. “One which we choose to accept.” She rolled back onto her back. “You enjoy abstract discussion,” she said. “I suppose you think sexuality is an illusion too.” “Not completely.” “It’s not that I think you’re necessarily wrong,” she told me, “it’s more that I question the applicability of metaphors and carefully exaggerated scenarios. It’s not that I don’t get their function, it’s more that become suspicious over the agenda which requires their 239