In glass, as the world refuses to coalesce.
“Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”
Time has entered a new phase this week. I dream stupid dreams—a meeting with the queen in my pyjamas; an Apple Store filled with iMacs without screens, made out of pressed wood and powder blue plastic; endless grotesque scenes dissipating at dawn but leaving my heart to race, clueless and lost.
It’s Wednesday. It feels like Friday. Or Sunday. Like NoDay
each one as featureless
& without origin.
I had a Zoom meeting a few days ago, but I could barely bring myself to think.
Time has entered a new phase
it’s liquid now.
It flows
& flows
& flows.
