Post-truth

  • The Goldfish

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    Swimming in circlesNot knowing which wayIs forward or back. Fed the same food each dayEating like it was newGrateful for crumbs and flakes. Yesterday does not existEven the present is foggy. Memory is a foreign word. We are confused, Staring at the ripples we just madeWondering what could have caused this. Waste piles at the…