Normally I don’t care much for the beautiful baby competition, but this year my camera cast the whole event in an entirely different shape.
All the usual array of mothers and bored dignitaries turned out to look at our island’s most recent offspring. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, to our eyes they looked so much like children. You could almost believe they were of human stock! The camera sees differently. Does it capture their true forms? I think it does.
The more pictures I take of you all, the more clearly I see you for what you are. Phantasms and nightmares. I have not yet managed to photograph myself. Am I the same as you? Am I the one true person here? Sometimes it feels like that. Do you know what you really are, beneath the surface? Or do you think you are real? People of Hopeless, look upon the beautiful babies, and know the horror of your own nature!
Eeeek!!!
Oh, dear … see what all that inbreeding has led to! But what else can be done, I suppose, without new blood coming in – and very few people come to Hopeless these days … at least voluntarily. And no one ever, ever leaves. At least not vertically. What a bummer …
So tired but can’t sleep or demon’ll eat me … can’t sleep or demon’ll eat me … ack!!!