Ripped from the depths of unconsciousness by unadulterated obligation, for a taste of freedom.
I looked in the mirror, without reflection, transfixed on, disappearing.
Nothing was said.
Still sleeping with open eyes, spellbound, moving to a rhythm that forgot its music.
I entered a meeting, to plan the meeting, for the meeting that would summarize the previous meeting, ultimately accomplishing nothing.
A fistful of dollars, with no time to spend it properly.
Because the distraction of progress is the propaganda of growth, disguised as change, but only superficial.
Selling the illusion of convenience.
Marketed and packaged to the uninformed, their compromised awareness was the currency.
The closer you get to the mirage, the more you don’t see, until you disappear.
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