A City of Fiber-Glass and Rain

Beyond that is all, and deep inside,
there lies a city in my mind.
A city of fiber-glass and rain.
One I dream to return to again.

I see in my dreams,
a machine that keeps turning;
spinning the wheels of reality.
Bustling with livelihoods transcendent;
too different from mine.

Since then I've seen with mine eye,
the mechanisms we churn by,
that place we'll 'turn to,
before we live and die.

I saw with mine own eye,
the space we live by.
A city of fiber-glass and rain;
A place I will never visit a'gain.

Gnossiennes.

 ◦ August 15th, 2005. ⸺ 12:24 PM.     The Meanwhile Cafe on Foster Street. ⸺ Sledgen, Destiny. 

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A few weeks ago I felt something shift in the air before me. It was a precise moment; a pinpoint in time. The instant when the stream suddenly altered its current, and left me disoriented and confused in its wake. My head’s been in a whirl ever since, I haven’t been able to shake off the funk it put me in. I don’t know what that moment was, how it was caused, or who’s even responsible for it. I just know that since then I’ve been feeling this looming sense of doom linger above me ever since.

I’m sitting here in this coffee shop now to meet someone. I met her on a whim a few years back at a hotel that’s long gone by now. She gave me her cellphone number before we parted ways and told me to call her whenever matters of “prophecy” came up. I guess now is a time for prophecy, it certainly feels like prophecy. I’m still scanning the noisy crowds for her face. After all this time, I still remember her pale, ephemeral face, clear as day.

90, 2026 ~ Blog Reception and The Therapist that Bombs Children

    Truth be told, I actually have no clue how Blogger works. I'm not doing any networking, I'm not following any other blogs, I don't know how I'd even find other pages on this site. So the fact that complete strangers are not only managing to find this blog, but are also leaving comments on it as well is nuts!

    Now, we do live in the horrific age of AI, so there's a pretty good chance that all these people might actually be, like, real dead-internet-theory bots and I'm really just talking to an audience of none. But this also happens to be the age of mass psychosis as well, and if I'm going to be honest with you, I'm very willing to indulge in a little psychosis for the sake of living an interesting life.