The Grid

There is a place where everyone behaves the same, thinks the same, sort of looks the same and are for all intents and purposes the same. They think they are quite different from one another but they are for all intents and purposes the same. Quite a few moan as you would expect, but rarely do they do anything about it – as you would expect.  No one questions the conventions, the rules, the regulations, anything or anybody for that matter. It is not so much that they do not wish to, as I’m sure they would if they could, but the sad fact is – they can’t. You see they have no concept of argument, no method of challenge. Seldom do they feel any form of emotion for they know not of anything beyond their confines. Their confines being of two dimensions. They simply drift about on the Grid, serving the purpose of THE SYSTEM.

Shapes of all kinds spend most of the day just avoiding collisions with other shapes but there are on occasions one or two bumps it has to be said, yet not one single shape on the Grid has ever complained, every filled out an insurance claim, ever engaged the services of a solicitor, or ever questioned anything. Ever. They just be. And be for a while is fine, just fine, after all it achieved much peace when and where peace was needed. So the Grid is actually pretty cool.

The End.

Not today.