Jean Baudrillard placed a pen on the counter before him, only to reject it as a fetishistic symbol of consumption, devoid of meaning without the contextual representation of society that was the paper. He turned from it, sighed, and placed his head in his hands. "If only I had a metaphor of social hyperreality from which to draw a coherent narrative of the world."

And then Pinkie Pie appeared.

Author's Note

I think I posted this before somewhere. Or maybe it was just a sign.

It was a long time ago at any rate.