Peter Takes His Medicine

Peter takes his medicine. Everyday he takes five pills, all different colours and shapes. They keep the illnesses at bay, keep him passive and unthinking. After taking the pills his mind calms and is silenced, like a lake on a still day. Underneath the water is blackness. It pulsates and swirls, but the pills keep them from breaking the surface; keep him from acknowledging it. Passivity and apathy are the products of a healthy and controlled society. The pills are good. Take your pills, Peter, and close your eyes. Good boy.