Done traipsing the outfields and hard runs of a six till midnight commute.
No more early-morning trees splayed against hard-darkened light, the sun hiding in weary; not showing it's face till after morning coffee, to find me rooted firmly behind an irradiated moldering desk.
As jobs go it wasn't too harsh, but then the world has become more blasted since my last foray: cell towers and radiation screens pock-mark in 360. Hovels and dens of emf excess hit four ways and boot into the elemental, leaving you multi-fragmented. A million fallen pieces burning up on re-entry. These are the journeys of breaking sensitivity. Flayed in all directions. I pads, ultrasonic mouse expellers, plasma fridges, the full gamut and variety of electronic graters. Each day it's a different kind of crush, a harder form of bury. The slog and constant smack down to energetic dust. This is the life of me. Scared to move, afraid to stay. Gun-blasted and corpse-ridden. One of the electronically defeated. In the last year one feels more and more the push from the increasing dense impracticalities of a dense-distort Digitialised life. Greys days strung-out in the Bio-energetic smash.
The world has become more and more diverted; more and more cross purposed with it's self, full of the automated smart-connected who thrive on brain-dead webs of 24 hr energetic splutter. Screen-saving as they search between the cracks . These zombie hordes ! The virtually-intimate jacking up in all my former beloved communal spaces.
So it's down to foundational survival;fault lines of breaking urgency; seismic strain-points on a raggedy biological map as we the real-world suckers buckle under the pressing incredulity of a played out plasma-world. Suffocating en-masse like broke canaries.Gasping and thrashing in this tearing of humanity; blinded by the bare bones of our own collective decomposing mass.
As a species we go on till we no longer go on. MB
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