The 1% used to be the stuff of conspiracy theories—until it became our reality. The theorists suddenly had increased credibility, but unfortunately for us this only occurred when it was too late. The 1% were guaranteed safety while the rest of us faced global warming, natural disasters, and slavery to corporate armies.…
It's incredible, in a world where most people are tucked away in virtual conversations, that those living in physical reality have so little to offer each other in terms of contact. I hadn't had human intimacy for two decades and thought it would never happen again; all I had left were avatars and AI bots.…
My desk phone was blaring out its shrill ring. I detested these contraptions, and outdated technology in the digital age. It meant someone wanted to talk to me and it was usually a human- something I had zero interest in. I stared at it, wishing it would hang up or go to voicemail, but nothing happened; it kept on ringing. My mind ran away with me as I…
They sidled up next to me while I rested my feet on a tree stump that served as a makeshift footstool and said, "You've seen them too, haven't you?" I knew what they were talking about already, so I didn't bother to ask. As I took a sip of whiskey, the warm buzz started its usual journey through my veins, like an old friend. That's all I needed now - the first buzz of the evening. The smoke from the joint wafted over me as I inhaled it deeply, knowing that tomorrow would be another day of…
Strolling thru some mediocre, twenty-four-thousand words some good, some bad, just so I can get to the point so that I can write what I am meaning to say. And so often their slipping, but there is something in the scrolling that is strangely poetic and satisfying.
When I get here it reassembles onto the page, and I worry whether it will make sense, but it kinda doesn’t have to anyway, if it is real, and it comes through there, wherever that is. And so, I write, and I take a…
an edge.
supposedly it’s good to have one
but what if that edge has you.
what then.
it is there, lurking in the background. waiting.
waiting. for the right time.
it is the waiting that kills you. that swells deep inside.
gnawing away at your liver. becoming bloated.
gluttonous. never full.
and so, no matter the happiness. no matter the smile.
it is gnawing deep. you feel it, you ignore.
accepting is realising,…
We are what we are, if only we could be happy with that
It was good, and then it went away. It does that.
The darkness creeps in and spoils an almost alright time.
My feet ache, and I haven’t been anywhere. It makes me feel like I am an old man. And I’m not, not quite.
Does it get better, with time? Do we know who we are? Will we even be the same?
I have lived many lives over. All of them the same.
You…
These worlds I create. Interrelate in their irrelevance to anyone but me. They circumnavigate the truth. as we all do. but these somehow more so. It is how it is meant to be. There is solace in their shelter. In their shade I roam. Out of view. far from home. And I like it.
Disturb my peace, and no piece of me is left undisturbed.
I play with the boundaries of…
don’t hide from it, it lurks there for a reason. You can find meaning in it. if you dare. It won’t be pretty, and you’ll hate yourself for it, at least to begin with, I hope. If you stare hard enough, you just might see it for what it is. Or maybe you won’t, maybe it is better to look the other way, bury it deep, far away from camp. Out of sight but functional.…
Generations lost to cracked screens.
Sharing links to forgotten dreams.
A world on display, curated for our pleasure.
A world of lies that only sells leisure.
Where do we go from here?
Ai takes us away, we disappear.
The mirror so black we don’t recognise.
The face staring back, those strangers’ eyes.
Swipe away, scroll to our doom.
The ain’t no one staying silent in this chat room.
No one is saying anything, only pulling…
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The 1% used to be the stuff of conspiracy theories—until it became our reality. The theorists suddenly had increased credibility, but unfortunately for us this only occurred when it was too late. The 1% were guaranteed…
It's incredible, in a world where most people are tucked away in virtual conversations, that those living in physical reality have so little to offer each other in terms of contact. I hadn't had human intimacy for two…
My desk phone was blaring out its shrill ring. I detested these contraptions, and outdated technology in the…
They sidled up next to me while I rested my feet on a tree stump that served as a makeshift footstool and said, "You've seen them too, haven't you?" I knew what they were talking about already, so I didn't bother to ask. As I took a sip of…
