i'm hopeful that one day i can stay still and be evasive. the allure of what happens, or what will happen, doesn't scare me. i've got to live with it. the oncoming tech, or the things that people say are the death of thinking, or humanity. some processed chicken without seasoning, tasteful until you get into the depth and then glands feel the tastelessness.
Photo by Liana S on Unsplash
wars ongoing or the endless, if they have got to sustain in this dying world then i'm okay with it. more and more dopamine the world pumps into the system, the more i get disgusted. not in the sense of boycotting, but the more aware it makes me.
writing that people think automation can do by the senseless means. readers who are profound can sense it. although i am not a native speaker, most of the time i get confused between the theory and the then's of the world, i can sense it, the subtle completeness that it tends to do. i would never rebuke someone for being sucked into the rabbit holes. i do it all the time. but i think i understand it. but just the thing is it is negligence to put away things just because the future looks dim. i couldn't speak, let alone interact, and the first creative writing i did was writing to my family that i didn't do what they think i did.
these are my words, because i couldn't speak.
i somehow feel to this day that i can't speak.
although i have to learn to.
even though the thing i love does that, just vanish. it's not the point even. art is that, no, it is not for the sake of having hierarchy or having an audience. it's just creating, art will be, as is in the form of historical artifacts. art is your reading and mine too.
