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.
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.
Where does one go when Nihilism becomes cliche?
Trends pulse and pop.
Do you remember when everyone was into sloths?
Buy plastic pastels
Sparkly notions dreamlike.
Then you get the backlash, the opposite fashion
Black nails again.
Pearlescent greens and blues
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.
Selling expansion (packs) –
Some things just can’t be done
because they’re not programmed in e.g.
same sex relations
outside of game rules
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.