I’ve been on the end side, unfortunately, I haven’t seen snow all in my life. I’ve seen bubbles of soap, but never real snow. People think that you could just substitute the flaky, white crumbs of snowflakes with soapy, smelly soap, but they’re wrong. You don’t feel the magic of real snow, instead, you feel the magic of being washed clean with soap. You don’t even get water to wash yourself in when the soap comes pouring down. Cheapskates.
I’ve been to Snow City too, except it’s more chunks of ice that have been smashed all together to create an unnatural kind of snow, the hard kind and not the soft kind which you can build snowballs with. It’s more fake snow than real snow. I don’t like it. They don’t fall down from the skies, they don’t create the fairytale feel that every child would want, and you have to pay to get in too.
It’s hard to say at times. Sometimes you never know about snow all your life, and that’s sad. Sometimes you never come across it, but you know of it, and that’s sad too. They say that snow creates the melancholy atmosphere, they say that you can create snow angels in the snow, they say that you can create snowmen in the snow.
But they say that snow represents the cold too. They say that coldness represents death. That’s stupid, I think. A good thing like snow couldn’t possibly represent such a morbid theme and idea. It possibly can’t, right?
They say that snow, snow is cold. Maybe it is, does it matter so much? Is it so cold that you have to kill yourself to gain warmth? Is that how people interpret snow, and so labels it as a morbid theme?
Perhaps it’s true. Maybe we can never know.
Maybe I’ll agree with them once I feel real snow.