Observation
What i am is also: world The world that was repelling me Or so i felt The world in which i had no say Not even about moving some of her smallest parts I feel embarrassed. So trivial my thoughts So puny my process. My time. I watch an ant that i don’t smash Walking ...
We breathe calmly. The word purpose agitates. Propos, to 'put forth' says the etymology. We are familiar with a hierarchy of purposes. At the end of a curious child's inquisitive series of "why?" every adult will resort to "just because". The purpose of growing up is to contribute to society. The purpose of society is ...
A dream in the office
they hover over their plastic faces to greet you and shake you with their immaculate prosthetics do not to disturb the raging polyps of trust you came here, dressed in a thin illusion to overdose your mind on fluorescent dayshifts to do jawflips for a crustaceous boss who wanks silently under his desk in the ...