Nuestra Madre by Megan Lent

                Everything begins the same way: with Bob Dylan. When you are trying to discover yourself, Bob Dylan is not a bad way to go. I found Bob Dylan later on in life. Had I realized his magic earlier perhaps I could have been spared some heartache. Yes I know it seems mad such a music snob would be late on Dylan but things fall through my musical sifter. Whenever I listen to Bob Dylan I think of all the wonderful people I’ve met while his music has played in the background of my life. Of course I never told them that. Maybe I need to do that more often. 

                Idolize Megan Lent. She is the middle ground of humanity. Get perfect blood pressure. Have the perfect weight. This is how you do it. Live the Megan Lent lifestyle. Her nurses dig her ‘healthy’ life. They are envious. I am. Famous people give themselves away. I know more about famous people than I do about my own family. Sloths are not known for close lines of communication. 

                Moments define us. Megan shares a moment that defined her. There she was in a high school gym. She says no to the creeper. Creepers live everywhere. You see creepers in action. Usually they fail. Occasionally they succeed. Let creepers fail. Think the philosophy behind the creeper lifestyle is ‘If I’m a big enough creep I’ll be too big to fail’. Once they fail perhaps they’ll get a taste of reality. We all live in reality even on the internet. Rise above the creepiness. Live in the light. 

                 This is a promising TV series. How does it work? People start hating each other. 

Eventually the hate melts away revealing love. Long ago I was cynical. Slowly, after many, many people told me ‘You’re too cynical’ my distaste for people melted away. One day I remember being extremely content at being alone. I looked up at the sky and realized I had never really appreciated it before. That’s the moment I became a sloth. My outer human shell melted away to reveal a tender, caring sloth. 

                Craters are the sandboxes of the moon. Remember being a child? You used to make such great sandcastles. Entire villages, cities and countries were there. While you made your little kingdom people watched shocked at the level of your sand castle skills. Eventually some health inspector shut down the sandboxes of America. Sandboxes were ‘totally gross’ and ‘teeming with germs’. The moon appears to be an equally lonely place. Little aliens come by and Megan realizes she is alone. We never remember we are alone until we are reminded. The internet is funny that way. You can be all alone and never feel it. Sometimes we need to go IRL in order to remember what is digital and what is real. All Megan wants to do is remind us to come back once in a while. Real life needs us.