Objects in the distance

Far-fetched.

If you say it over and over you become Danish, or olde-English. Sophisticated people prefer to say ‘implausible’ or maybe more vaguely ‘troubling’. It sounds a bit gauche to say ‘far fetched’. It’s the kind of thing a ten year old, revelling in a newly developed skepticism, might say to a younger sibling about the plotline of a Lassie film. They turn and pull a new kind of face. A smile both disappointed and jubilant. Like they’ve just seen through a magic trick. ‘As if!’ They say with peculiar vehemence. The sentence apparently requiring no more than that. ‘He’s just a dog’ They point out. ‘That is so far-fetched.’

You can’t just fetch something from afar and expect it to wash. Here. In this place. Look at it. It’s falling apart. How far have you dragged it?

But it’s so exotic. I thought you’d like it. I thought it would brighten things up.

Well it’s done the opposite. It’s made everything look tawdry.

Maybe you should have cast further afield for the rest of this bilge.

Far-fetched. There’s something beautiful about it though.