My partner was playing with my niece, who is 7, and gave the following orders:
“Simon Says go lay in the grass.”
“Simon Says think about your hopes and dreams.”
“Simon Says visualize yourself accomplishing your hopes and dreams.”
“Simon Says make a framework for getting to your hopes and dreams.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“SIMON SAYS DO IT.”
I’m basically witnessing a game of postmodern Simon Says.
There was also a lot of, like,
“Simon Says play out a montage where you learn to be a doctor.”
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2018 Melony Ppenosyne. Pictured: Robert Delaunay, Rythm (cropped), 1934.
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