Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
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 reality. I dance within its walls. And hide in plain view. socially repressed by my hatred of what makes me human. And so, what does not serve me is deleted, distorted, or reframed until it fits. a pill not easily swallowed with no reference to sugar.
Disturb my peace, and no piece of me is disturbed.
with every swipe of my finger generations are lost. yet more come. dancing around the truth through fear of detection.
disturb my peace, as I do yours, and let the sleeping lie
so, I don’t know what I have done. Do you?
And with every tap of the key, I know it means the death of someone. Somewhere. Maybe it was deserved, maybe not. It would have to happen with out me. And yet it could not. Or so it would seem by best analysis.
I step up to the plate well, if can step up at all.
And so, it is never enough. Even when it is more than most.s
I need to do something with my time here down on earth, however short that may be. If I am stuck staring at the heavens. Looking for a way home. And I am missing the real work here that has yet to be done. Then I will never find what I am looking for. But it may find me.
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- words by me, images by Wonder Ai directed by me.
