Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
The darkness crept in. whilst we were sleeping. Apparently.
Apparently, we weren’t listening. We never do
You ask the same questions. As if you were programmed to do it. By the system.
We all seek autonomy. That’s what we’re told. I guess we should listen. We do nothing about it. After the purchase. It gathers dust. Until it is sent off to the oceans.
We ask our footsteps to leave no reminders in the sand. As if we can deny our nature. Or our code.
Is there a difference? Or is it all fundamentally the same?
Swept off our feet by what’s in front of our eyes. Our minds are too busy elsewhere to pay it attention, and so it slips away. A lost thought, just out of sight.
Broken. I almost snapped in two. But you will do the same. if you haven’t already. It just takes a moment to realise it. But it will be okay, in the end. It must be.
That might just be wishful thinking but.
It has come to this shit. We are beaten, again, and again. It keeps us in our place. And we know it, we are resigned to it. And we do nothing, and we never will. Only talk.
It helps. To talk. It makes us feel like we have a choice in any of it. But we never do. We are born in. it is not that easy to leave.
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