NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I walk into the boy's room, he's laying in his pants looking at videos on a tablet.

I fling open the windows, outside is a courtyard full of green trees and blossoming

summer flowers. The scent of cherry blossom and lilac floods the room carried in

on a warm breeze.

I am enraptured.

"Look boy, Reality"

"No!" he screams in reply.

"Life is there Zhen, look a whole world of beauty is open to us, here, now, free.

"No!" He repeats, with rising and venomous rage.

"Let's walk, " I cry: " Lets walk in this glorious, sunbathed city and go from cakeshop to cakeshop until the evening sun fades behind the golden domes of the Kremlin. Let's live child, lets live now, for death is coming and yet cake exists."

"No! No! No!" he howls as he pulls the quilt up over his head and forms a fortress of pillows and blankets to guard the sacred tablet.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I am defeated.

I write this.