taking life too seriously. every day ticks on and moves into the next like clockwork. no roses around to stop and smell. I watch the man laugh at his journal on the tram. scribbles pouring over lines: handwriting or hieroglyphs? the key to joy is left behind in someone else’s language.
I hug my brother through his jacket and loathe every day that comes between us. we learn lines for different people and try our best to make more time. he sends me what he writes from dreams he doesn’t want. I would live through his eyes if I could. if only we were closer.
I read from a real book for the first time in weeks. power and human sacrifice for the sake of the stock market. you can watch it play out on my phone. new footage from the planes passing over the mess we’ve made: dystopic destruction we’ve bought with our silence and streaming subscriptions. what’s next for the humans? what more can we take? will we see the end of days or will the times move on without us? the weather woman says we’re in an ice age. humanity stays for a blip; still billions of years for the sun. a world without taxes and worship. we’ll leave so much space for more.
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