Systemic Sorrow

And in this present moment, on the other side of town.

Another mind aches as yours does.

A kindred Sorrow over brick walls and rooftops.

A Sorrow builds and grows in fluxing rivets, unpleasant surging swell,

renewal taking strength from hordes of sources,

running together, coming together,

into a living organ that reaches into living things.

It doesn’t remain shadowy.

It was never abstract.

And the lucky are touched by it’s delicate hand,

And the rest are stomped into the tread of it’s boot.


Old laundry – market stalled

I once went to the museum,

there was defunct currency all pegged up on washing lines.

I think you know the message,

it was to show the paperness of money.

Internet Culture – Peace

Where does one go when Nihilism becomes cliche?

Internet cliche.

Nihilistic memes.

Trends pulse and pop.

Do you remember when everyone was into sloths?

Then unicorns.

Buy plastic pastels


Sparkly notions dreamlike.

Then you get the backlash, the opposite fashion

Black nails again.

Mermaid time

Pearlescent greens and blues

Seashell pink,


We need things to suck up our sickness,

Rolling ideas gain traction

And become popular.

Cats are a constant.

The places we escape to are only so original

We can help each other find sanctuary.

Share, spread the good word.

Things grow and curl around our culture,

Become our reality.

Almost infinite complexity that we’re wrapped up in and made of.

I work to understand my own beliefs and where they come from, I’m certain of little, although I’ve learnt so much,

I want to be a gentle generation.

I want us to do the right thing.

My notes compiled 3 – NPC (non-playable character)


Selling expansion (packs) –

Selling freedom.

Some things just can’t be done

because they’re not programmed in e.g.

same sex relations

or whatever-

secret societies


outside of game rules

the underground


this is for npc

the short story.




NB – This is part of an idea for a short story I’m writing – I will post it at some point, but I’m slow with prose.

I only have the beginning, which I have been tempted to post already but I need to have a another sift through it I think.