Hello everyone, I don’t care if you read this or not. Seriously, I don’t.
Presence is a performance ; we’re all playing at it.
It’s been a while since I simply let myself just be, and I’ll let you be too. No pressure.You can be here and sulk, you can be here and feel like you are someplace else, somewhere far away.
I’ll let you be a bad reader, because I know I am one sometimes. I’ll let you skip this part, or forget you were even here.
I think it's time to really check that notification, right ? Who has time to kill ?
By now, the next tab is already ready. I love multiplying my tabs every 3 minutes.It’s precise, neat and reflects my superior choices. I curate my interests - even if I rarely engage with them fully. Time is a fleeting luxury. It’s a world of losers, and the losers must thrive.
It’s okay if you’re kind of a loser. Loss is a sign of a previous gain. I think it’s time for some water. Maybe when I actually have the energy to, Who the fuck needs energy to get water, man ?
Are we all plants, after all ? Does it really suck to be craving sunlight ? Sunscreen- I keep forgetting it. I will pick it up soon, and apply it generously.
I am thirsty. It’s so hard to keep a human alive and watered.
It’s okay if you are here being a bad reader, it’s important to keep things alive.
It’s getting dark in here. I hate the cold, the damp cold and the heavy sheets. The weight of blankets isn’t really comforting to me. The sound of coughs, the air painted grey, dense- like its switched states.
I am here and I am not. Well I am only here if you’re still reading this.
This voice only really exists if it’s being read. So you’re effectively keeping it alive - at least in this moment. Your attention breeds life into me, and I should care more. I should…
I think it’s about time that water reaches my throat. It’s honestly so hard to get it together, the great union of thirst and desire. I oscillate between desiring and acquiring. Both states are absolutely lethal.
You can kind of stop here, you know. You don’t have to. Voices - I love the voices around me today. The textures from these people, so effortless and alive. They must be drinking their water.
You can drift through this, bad reader. Forget the shapes above. I think there’s too many “meant to be’s” dying the longer you stay here.
It’s about time we both leave, I am thirsty, and you need to get a life. I just need to hydrate mine.
I am stuck here, cold, thirsty and still waiting for something profound to leave for you. I let that thirst marinate to help me fill the gaps.
A little trick for the art- deprived : deprive, and let yourself write. Because your excesses are too boring to create anything meaningful.
I think it’s time for something - not quite in the now.
Are you still reading ? that’s some dedication. Ah, yeah - it’s time to move to the next tab. Back here, back from the abyss. I think I’ m bad reader too.
Their voices deserved someone who could keep them alive at least till the full stop. I think it’s about time, maybe I should change the vibe. Playing L - The First Flower People.
I think its time for that quote you’ll never remember-
“I live in a world where the only real moment is now, but the now is a fragment of everything else.”
– *Catherine Lacey, The Answers
Why is consciousness a stream ? Mine feels like fire, burning, intense and wild - no direction. Water is too intentional. I am still here, I mean, if you are still reading. I hope you didn’t read this in one go. That’d be very strange.
Move in and out, Engage - disengage. Dance the dance.
You can be a bad reader. Seriously.
Attention is absurd.