I recently read a hilarious piece of flash fiction titled ‘Taylor Swift’.
In this weird alternative reality, anyone can purchase clones of Taylor Swift. Each clone knows all the songs, of course, and can sing them “just for you”.
There are basic clones, and then there are others that are fitted with accessories like wings.
One of my favourite things about flash fiction is that it can say so much in such a small number of words.
For example, what kind of a world are these characters living in, that it’s possible to buy a live clone of a pop star with just a few swipes on your mobile phone. How cheap are they that some people can own multiple clones?
Has capitalism grown into such a state that live Taylor Swift clones can be produced at such highly efficient rates?
Besides being a “meditation on capitalism, fame and consumer culture”, it’s also a story about being a teenager. How emotions like love and rage seem so much bigger, and yet, you can switch from one emotion to another in a flash.
At its core, Taylor Swift is a love story. To me, anyway. Or perhaps more of a story about love — wanting it, finding it, figuring out how to get it.