j'avais les nerfs à vif

i could be anywhere in the world right now, i could be immersed in a pixelated dystopia, i feel i am watched, surveyed in all my mortality. it sounds strange, but truly, we have no compass, no standards to set reality by, and i am secretly convinced this is all a dream, we are marionettes on a stage watched by an audience we know nothing about. we are the subclass, the realizations of a higher category, a suprarelationship we have no consciouness of.

really, how would we know? how would we define ourselves, incubated in technology as we are? how do we separate ourselves, if our behaviour is imprinted. the gods told me once, we are individuals through our storytelling. does it make too much sense now, to observe it as a dying art? we are hurtling towards the sun, lightyears lost every minute, antimatter escalating, a greater awareness of the progression of time, a physical awakening to the fourth dimension and we are lost in our lateral thinking.

apocalyptic skies call out to me, i have seen the end of the world, she said. it is not grey, not black, everything is incandescent with flame, the skies are bruised purple and we are naked to the gaze of justice. ash flies like inverted rain towards the belching sky. i have seen the end of the world.

perhaps it will only be the end of the world we are conscious of.

cecily