20250904_ThereIsAGreenScreen_pen

There is a green screen behind me, covering up the truth
in the vicinity, a backdrop for
reality with its seams,
filtering out everything
except my dreams,
with editing and visual effects,
distorting what is
into whatever else it can be.
But I am no longer content
about this content.
The truth is contextual,
neither in front of me,
nor tucked in the back.
You call it a city's congestion,
I say it's an immigrant's desperation.
You can find a government's corruption,
I can deduce a lack of information
about the bridge between worlds,
yours and mine.
There's only one question now;
do we each make our own videos
or shall we pull down our screens
and witness the magnum opus
yet to be seen?