Alice hated billboards. Specifically, Alice hated the billboard that sat outside her bedroom window. Ever since she could remember, the characters in her favorite fairy tales looked up at the stars through their window, wishing of a bright future that magically appeared in front of their eyes.
Alice looked up at the back of the billboard every night, trying hopelessly to see a glimmer of starlight beyond the glaring lights. Trapped in the dark confines of her walls, the ambient neon invaded her dreams, permeated the recesses of her thoughts, and created a nightmare from which there was no escape. Looking up, she knew that it would not have been so painful for her if the billboard was facing the other way.
The real tragedy was not the lack of stars, nor the glaring lights, but how it wasn't even meant for her eyes. The board was shown to those on the interstate, the casual travelers headed towards a brighter destination. The image conjured a peaceful family, laughing children with arms outstretched, urging products, supporting campaigns. To these travelers, the city lights were but a background, a distant galaxy of twinkling stars passed on the way to their destination, the board but a smiling mirage.
Alice's lights were not so much twinkling as they were intrusive, the streets much less a galaxy than a scientist's maze, and the board a reminder of what was not, a reminder of lies that those who live a less desirable life tell. Factories were less the signals of industry and more the smokestacks of the Titanic-a majestic boat doomed to fail, plunging deep into the ice cold abyss that was the future. Alice had no rabbit holes to fall into wonderland, instead potholes to fall into sewage, more dead than transformed.
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