Here is Superlative

You’re on a circle.

On it is written in thick, bold type,

Here is Superlative.

It’s blue, simple, surrounded by a limitless white canvas expanse.

You’re on this circle.

And you realize what it represents is happiness, joy and love.

And you also realize that it is not a circle at all.

It’s a pie. A wedge.

Not the pie that tugs at your heart and tastebuds with memories of apples, nutmeg and honey.

A blue, simple, tasteless, textureless wedge ticking. A clock. A chart. Shrinking.

And in this moment you are torn.

You are on the circle. You’re experiencing, witnessing, understanding the superlatives.

And yet the first thing on your mind is that it’s a wedge, not a circle. And it’s shrinking.

It’s shrinking and you know that if you spent your time concerned that it’s shrinking that will be all that’s been complete once the pie has run out.

It’s shrinking and you can’t help it.

It’s shrinking.

It’s

the superlative really that tickles you between your toes.

That you read the thick, bold lettering and believed in the superlatives. That’s what started it all.

To think that if you hadn’t read it and you simply were contented with occupying a shrinking circle pie wedge that you wouldn’t be concerned at all about the shrinking or the pie or the inevitable end but that it and you could

just

be.