Our reality is a drunken construct

A mis-remembered past, full of subtle flavours and nuanced deceptions

Flattering presentations and misconceptions.

Chaotic events re-ordered to make a sort of sense

Truths backed up with the evidence that buys into our

Preconceived notions, our media chosen

To enhance arguments and make us seem

Like armchair pundits rehearsing, rehashing

And confirming long held fictions as fact.