Factories: A Forgettable Story

It's been a long time since the story of the donkey factory has been relayed or reconstructed in such a way that was visible to people outside of the complex. There are many reasons for this. I will focus on a few: one, being that lethargy is contagious, and actively transmitted among donkeys, donkey handlers, and their administrators; two, donkeys can't speak human, nor write it; three, the handlers generally express themselves in grunts, groans, and hand gestures, none of which makes for great storytelling outside of handler circles; four, the administrators don't believe in anything that doesn't have a recognizable paper trail, and lore such as this, doesn't normally have a verifiable source past one or two generations, because it's, well, forgettable. But, really what isn't these days. We produce to forget; or better yet, we produce forgetting, the same way that we produce donkeys (except that only donkey production can be stopped; forgetting is hard to remember to stop producing as long as it is being produced).