Tonight we named a meal: The 1985.
Fish filets--frozen & sealed--along with broccoli and macaroni and cheese
Stole their ways back out of our memories like the prototypes of the first mini-vans whose door exteriors were adorned with faux wood paneling.
A "Manifest Banquet!" feast before us...
Heartily authentic and individualized in its plasticity.
Our Collective Memory Prism is working overtime:
The New UnIronical! The Competently Sufficient!
A blandness that smacks of the adjectival equivalent of "Home."
Imagine the possibility of choosing what sticks with us...
The reconstructions of society and mass hysterias...
All frontiers rendered irrelevant--nay, wholly unknown--as we orbit our blisses (never revealed to us in their fullest blossom of mundanity).
Somewhere there is a marketing researcher struggling to sell us a station wagon that gels with our middle-class notions of Tasteful Art.