westid

there would be no point seeking some contemporary wisdom from albeit such wise minds as are the ones i went on the earlier journeys during the second war. now that was a conflict, and there were casualties. i managed to find one kindred spirit in a billion other people and as soon as i embraced him he turned to dust and dispersed from within my arms like the sands of time but darker

if there’s any of them left who didn’t hate me for one self serving motive or another, i wouldn’t be talking to the same person who was with me back then. i had already made my commitment before the second war. this was me, i was doing this, and it was done full time. full timing, i still call it. there was no naive experimentation phase. no – this was me, that was done, and i was doing it

the cretins. the fools. looking to me thinking that i’m the sinister one. if they could see what really happened within this town centre little bubble, then someone out there would have realised that i didn’t stand a fucking chance. it is often espoused that the real bad people – the ultimate arch villain mastermind – are the ones that never got caught; making some kind of futuristic foyer out of the glass ceiling. when you step into their domain, there is a bird’s eye view of all us fucktard fools, rat racing in some little maze beneath your feet

things around me would shrink and grow again to fit. if i needed to, i could make the world such a small and hopeless little place for us all – just so that i can get 20:20 of the bigger picture. little miniature toy-town. notoriety people telling one another that i’ve broken; there was no need to break, i knew the combination. i still do, it still works so i’m not going to ruin that by telling someone like you

even though i’m no author or journalist; there was an entire planet in the microcosm around me. fear and loathing in the valley. it’s been far time since i was on this adventure with anyone, and i try and tell myself that it’s over – back to the stone cold light of day – then something happens and it pulls my head right back into the situation

all around me were bits of equipment patched together. tiny lights flashing on and off really quickly, a dense ecological layer made out of wifi 6 fumes and 5G band signals. i was literally frying myself in a vat of electromagnetic interference. to cancel it out i put on the plasma ball. it’s been on for so long i can’t remember a time without it. somehow it grounds me and brings me back to the surface enough to do things i almost forgot about. for the time being i survive by trying to time it so that i come back up at the same time something needs doing. my mind shredded into a million bits and pieces, surrounded by all of the pointlessly overobfuscated computer solutions for problems that – had they existed – would have been solved in a way that’s far more complicated than what it needs to be

yeah i can hear it. i can see it. doesn’t make me mad, or afraid, or anything. i can tell you what you’re looking at, but no idea what it’s supposed to mean to me.