Say It

Reality includes your current mood, any bricks in your house and whatever clothes you are now wearing, unless you are in the shower, in which case, reality is naked.

Reality is the pencil which I am now holding in my hand and without which I would not be able to describe reality.

Reality is my wife wryly saying, ‘You are quite... focused, shall we say,’ as this pencil does its little word dance across the pages of my notebook.

Repeatedly saying the word ‘reality’ will lead to semantic saturation, thus draining reality of all meaning.

Reality, reality, reality: reality; reality; reality; reality.

Reality, reality, reality; reality, reality reality.

Reality? Reality!

Reality, reality, reality – reality, reality, reality – reality, reality, reality.

Reality. Reality.

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