Mind Nomad Writing

just another eerie sunrise as beams of light attempt to break through the chemical cage. they burst through, refracting, bending, breaking, casting a forboding hue over the prospect of another day. it’s as if the light itself has become the symbol, the harbinger of what to expect. from its height, the reality of this concocted existence is all too evident. with the first gasp of noxious air, the frenzied cavalcade assembles. each individual pushing and striving in erratic patterns that can only be charted by the predictable nature of self-preservation and escape, where one impulse moves ever toward consumption, reproduction, and fortification and the other leads invariably toward self-mutilation, anesthetizing, and fragmentation. in the same desperate breath we implicate a call to arms while also mandating a full retreat. born in bunkers, we are raise a generation of youth under the perpetual and hollow hum of the bombs overhead. warning sirens are their hymns and quarantined interactions are their fellowship. hopefully we can fuck fast enough to keep our malitia at full strength. and if we can’t we have a reliable compass to guide us to utopia; it consists of a needle, a tourniquet, and a network of ever-responsive dopamine receptors. this revolution threatens to carry on indefinitely, spinning and hurtling on in the open celestial abyss. the orbit cannot be reshaped, the trajectory cannot be gently reset. the only opportunity for a new outcome is to create a violent collision, a rupture, a torching. it must be engulfed in flames and completely severed. while we can identify these options and our eventual outcome, the likelihood is that we continue to settle for the momentary bliss; the orgasm we achieve in our carnal pursuits and our empty ejections.

#i am. Confront. OBEY. embRACE