15th post: Less than 1k today: And The World

I’m taking a break from the longer story i’m working on.

So today it’s less than 1k:

And the world

And the world becomes the city leaves on the street swept up by the straw hatted elves.That walk under uniforms their wrinkles visible for a blink. Then the bus roars at everyone and everything from the tops of the canyon walls where people live to the little men on their thin pavement walking to somewhere.

The air goes dark as the street lights change and the traffic exhales like a smoker into your face.

Walking until you cross the wide road to a narrower street and through the crowd come to the hole in the ground. Descend the stairs into airconditioned tunnels and move through the earth that looks like all planets and moons will look when we are through with them. Follow the correct colors or just remember what you already knows till you pay for your ride with a beep like magic you will never understand. And a thousand others step up to the train that you wait for too.

Pass the time by staring or distracting yourself with all the screens in your pocket and on the wall. Gaze at all the other people like you like a tourist. Dream a short dream till you hear the train howling farther on coming closer and you stop and wait with everyone else now patient now expectant. Prepare to board the train till you do and then fill all the spaces with your body next to everyone else till all that is left is people.

Wait whilst hurtling in your tube and distract yourself from the wall of clothes by staring at the screens or listening with your ears to a tiny voice in a tiny speaker. Till the train slows and you squeeze out whilst the mass pours forth and another army swaps places with you. Follow all the metal snaking escalators to the right colors or just remember what you already know till you beep a card in a magic moment and pay for the ride you take every day..

Almost finished you find your way to the place you spend most of your life in currently. Ascend at the foot of the titan you man and enter the last small space for awhile with a few other bodies. Ignore their presence whilst you wait for the doors to open and you are pulled up to your occupation. Walk towards the correct name of the thing as invisible as any God. Find your way to your desk and begin to fight for the thing you serve inside the titan of concrete and steel.

Use the machines that someone else made and someone else realised and someone else understands to make the the numbers go up and down for someone else. Connect with your eyes and fingers and ears to the keyboard and screen and phone and wires all the way around the world and up above in space bouncing your voice all over the globe and building things with words and decisions like the other billion decisions made by the humans you live and breathe next to.

Then stop when the time comes. And find your way through the maze again you’ve learnt so well to navigate. Find your way down then across the ground and under and up till you are back in another cube with no God’s name to mark it. In your cube you watch the screens and hear the sounds that make you want to do it all over again tomorrow next to the ones that share so much with you.

And then you do it again tomorrow.

Later on you die.


2 thoughts on “15th post: Less than 1k today: And The World

  1. Can I do a guest post on your blog? I wrote a poem about owls:

    Owls awry, scrawl fear in your eye
    Dark shapes on the canvas of night
    This here; the image of fright

    The sing song of a wing wrong!
    Owls. Hoot hoot. Owls are hirsute.
    Owls. Shoot shoot; your life is moot.

    Beaks a’ nipping, talons claw,
    Your mortality exposed as flaw.
    None escapes the owls gaze,
    All is gone in crimson haze.
    Strigiformes, thy name is terror,
    Running is but another error.
    With vision, speed and wit,
    The prey’s fate is all but writ.

    Owls! Fear is thy name.

    Owls! They are the silent watchers.
    They keep the vigil, they balance the fates.

  2. V…lovin your work…quick solution to post 15…get up earlier, leave later, spend more time with the machines that have taken over, but… you will miss out the hussle of one of the last true forms of human “interaction”…the journey to work! Big love. UT

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