I follow the lines that dance in my monitor, Mesmerized… Entranced… While blurred strata of information continually bounce in my head; Just be cycled, Modified, and thrown out again. There is a thin line between the world of machine language And “Reality.” Constantly I find myself more affixed to the other plain, Than to the one I was supposedly born to. Whether it is true or not does not matter. I cannot do much else But guess… As to plains… Electrons… Photons… If they actually have interacted as they do now. It is my duty to guess And wonder… Ever since I was put in here. By who I do not remember… Perhaps it was me… For what purpose I do not know… Sight is a gift to many creatures that I have forgotten, My eyes are used for a different purpose now… Altered… Defiled for vision in the plain of reality I supposedly live in. The same is true for the rest of my body… Completely wired for my use on the other side… I know, I have seen it through a security camera. Monitoring my movement. Which leads me to believe, They also monitor my mind… Thoughts… It had written my name in the footage. Shizuyo… Which actually, Suits me quite well… For, I have become part Of an Quiet generation.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 02:53:20 +0000
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