November 17, 2015
In the far corner of a village is a large white house with paltry Christmas decor. Every night as it lights up all it manages to evoke is sadness and irritation. It reminds people of their inadequacy. They can be more, and they can work towards that, but they're not. The good intention of bringing cheer is in truth, bringing dread. You can't quite point a finger to how or why it looks paltry, it just...you know how something can be much more than it is, and it's not? And it's unaware? And you're aware? Whose problem is it?