They're right when they
say: the world isn't black
and white. But of course,
it's not like it's full-color
either. On the orders
of magnitude which we can
appreciate, everything
is grayscale—the inane details
of the honeymoon itinerary,
each nail-biting second notched
into the shot clock, every
excruciating decision waiting
in line to be made
at every McDonald's drive-thru
on earth—it's all an old photograph
being narrated-over
by a minor celebrity
in a Ken Burns documentary:
before long, a comforting
narrative begins to accrue,
a good little nest egg
of diction accumulates
over this range
of one-to-two options.
