You thought you had me?
But I got this one last move for you šš.
Tag: bitter sweet
Erosion of Personhood
After decades of chronic instrumentalization, you begin to experience a unique type of grief.
Does anyone see me?
Or do they just see through me?
Pick your Poison ā ļø
I love the cutesie ish, up to a point. ā>
Once Iām past that point, Iām as cynical as it gets.
The Field Authority
Some may call it thrill seeking, but how do you know unless youāve been there in the flesh.
Feeling the Pull
Unlocking pattern recognition, telling me preemptively what this will be.
Yet, I cannot resist the pull. The observer and the observed splitting the moment.
What does it mean?
