History by the Victors
When we were younger we would play hide and seek beside the golden gate, beyond which there was the nothingness from where all the adults had come from. After school, the kids in our neighborhood all gathered around the gate that was secluded behind a layer of willow trees and shrubbery. The willows were the perfect place to hide—their feathers for hands drooping lonely, longing to the ground where we’d stand draped in tree flesh, almost fully obscured from view. It was a world we built off the old children’s game which, we were told, held much darker meaning outside the golden gate.
