He Doesn't Get It

He is thick. Dense. Obtuse. The world has changed, moved on, split into a new mutation, mitosis gone viral. He lives still in his dream of things being the way he hoped, not even so much remembered. You can't blame him for wanting this chaos to be predictable, defined, according to plan. But there is something wrong with the inability or unwillingness to embrace things the way they are, even if that stings for what that says about him.