Big bets on magic spells, legal incantations and ethereal substances. No Colors and no words. I am walking off the edge of the world and it’s not my first time either.
Personhood fades like the mist and leaves only a remnant, an Anthony Gormley sculpture of alienation. Trying to be myself is like trying to defuse a bomb.
I have the four petrochemical camera-arms of Vishnu, I got 2 phones, and a straw hat like my grandfather wore. I have exchanged wealth for wealth and life for life; I host Bacchanalia on broken commandments.
I conserve and accelerate momentum accrued and remain blameless for commitments made in reckless acts of tenderness.