Useless rant

Do I want what I say I want? Or, has the seed had been planted before the light illuminated the dark recess of my imaginary brain? The relentless pursuit of the immediate need to the satisfaction of the body and the possessing passion proceeds to deplete attention on what’s ahead. The future is fixed for me, and I am living out the same day repeatedly until there is no more of it. The body can’t take it. The brain, like an unused muscle, shrivels up and refuses retention of what’s important in every way. Who is to say what I am. Everyone tells me what I am. I am a credit score. I am my grades. I am the output of work. I am a risk, an issue, a statistic. I am a consumer group. Age, sex, height, weight. I am a relation of sorts, from blood to random encounters from less-traveled paths. I am material. That’s all I am. There is no place for the soul. Souls have been destroyed. Feelings and emotions are weaponised for control. Control emotions. Observe the spectacle of denial and living out the myths on 4K screens. Isn’t it all so beautiful? And I don’t have to do a damn thing.

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