Realpolitik

I'm staring at my keyboard for a while now. I'm looking at my fingers asking them from my inside to start moving, to start pushing those little black keys with little white letters on them. But not much seems to happen, except this description, except these few words telling you a state of mind, showing you a fine sample of authentic reality. So I suppose these words are not the product of flashes of inspiration, nights full of dreams or extraordinary occurences to be telling and writing about. Just saying how it is could do the trick... But then, are we really interested in how it really is in reality? I don't know.

Too much reality could become boring after a while. Because reality tends to be repetitive, to tell history in a cyclic manner, rather than making it evolve. All Big Brother shows started off with huge successes, but after a few years of broadcasting nobody seems to be interested any more. Too much reality? Of course if we would all be action heroes our reality to tell about would probably be much more interesting than the average one, but eventually -once again- nobody would give a damn any more: at the end the girl will always get rescued.

My fingers are still moving. Still pushing those keys. Still telling a bit of reality. But not for long any more. Your interest could already be fading. There are other things to do. There is another reality waiting out there. For me and maybe also for you. And once again, also that one probably is not worth to be telling about.