We don’t talk about the game. The game has unspoken rules and boundaries. The game has borrowed time and unsaid words. The game gives all the answers and leaves more questions. The game really isn’t a game but the rules are too complex to be anything other than a game. There are no rules. There are too many rules.  The rules are made to be broken. The rules can’t be broken. The rules have already all been broken.

We don’t talk about the game. We make fun of the game. We acknowledge the game. We ignore the game. The game doesn’t exist. The game is always there. The rules of the game change. We change the rules but we refuse to change ourselves.