#Existential
The Maintenance Years *- Never trade your art for approval* - Just don't!
Daniel Goleman says we have two minds, one that thinks and one that feels. I put the feeling one in a cardboard box for twenty years and delivered the script. The maintenance mind is the half a machine can already do. The other half is the only part of me that cannot be subscribed to.
Starving the Beast Next Door
Competition is the poison we drink whilst toasting to our health. So I play a dark game. I starve my neighbour. I become a black hole of mediocrity so he levels up to nothing. I save my best for the ones who deserve it. The rest get the silence. I am accelerating our extinction by refusing to play.
Muscle Memory
You are a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks, in orbit of a stunted heart; it rattles inside your chest like a dried pea in an empty tin can. I knock on your ribs and nobody answers; it is just a hollow room with the lights left on to trick the neighbours.
A Meditation Gone Sideways
There I am, bloody determined to join the enlightened masses, downloading this meditation app like some convert at the altar of digital wellness. Pastel animations of serene bastards floating through manufactured tranquility. Yes, I'm gonna be a guru!
Present Tense Delirium *- Notes on a Plane*
Embrace the monster I've become at this altitude, where oxygen deprivation meets social claustrophobia and creates something beautiful and terrible and completely unhinged. Monster.
World Champion
You're a masterpiece sculpted by cosmic sarcasm, blessed by existence's eternal practical joke, crowned victor in a competition nobody understood whilst everyone else drowned in biological obscurity.
Wander elsewhere.
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