When you become more human, not less, anything less is an offense. ❤️🩹💔
When you become more human, not less, anything less is an offense. ❤️🩹💔
A transient collapse of perceptual rendering and subject/ object orientation under sensory overload.
Internally, there is movement, however, externally, little changes.
It appears, the exit ramps are not engaging.
Therefore, time loops indefinitely.
Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.
A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.
Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it
Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.
Please, no more.