I wish the sky were purple, and that instead of dogs and cats people kept huge, genetically engineered iguanas for pets. And maybe if that happened, then maybe there would be these enormous factories in every town where instead of churning out textiles and smokes, they churned out doughnuts and chocolate and all sorts of lovely sweet things that never, ever make you fat – and of course, there would be no smoke. Just synthetic butterflies that are environmentally safe, and don’t pollute the rivers when they eventually dissolve. Then, as any reasonable thought pattern would follow, there would be no formal school either; kids would hang out in these great big amphitheaters where they played rock music so loud that it never hurt your ears, and teenagers would actually take trips to Africa and Venice and Lithuania to learn about cultures instead of memorizing endless facts out of boring history books. Starbuck’s would give out coffee to everybody for free, McDonald’s wouldn’t change the ingredients in their grease and make their fries taste weird, and everything would be wonderful.
(Perhaps you would love me then.)
(But then again, probably not.)