Lying

When I get a phishing message saying that that a Facebook Friend Request I supposedly sent someone last week was itself a phishing scam, it makes me sick, like a being- in-a-Funhouse-Hell-of-Mirrors kind of sick & it makes me recall how I used to feel when I’d tell my ex I didn’t feel loved & he’d respond how my saying that made him feel not loved. This is the problem with lying or subterfuge or deflection in love, or in government. When Big Brother gets caught in a lie, even a tiny lie like whether he was ever actually named Michigan Man-of-the-Year, then denies that the lie was a lie & further, calls the reporting of the lie the actual lie, it upends us, like in that film The Matrix, when everything real, or everything we thought was real, just crumbles away into pixels & we know then either that nothing is real, or that what is real—the truth—is what no one can bear to see.