Pointless Walks......

It’s a new way of working. We are all apart. We are all in little bubbles. We are all on different levels. Nothing is constant. One thing is constant. New little windows that look like some MS DOS thing crossed with someone lost in the 90’s on IM. ASL? So that’s all everyone is glued to right now. Desperate to speak and hear about the people that are not here. Not so worried about the people that are here. Now we are in boxes. Now we are surrounded by Perspex the only way out is through these little windows. Internet friends. Things that are being said digitally may not reflect what is being said actually. It may effect a different version of the current reality. I understand the peoples need to escape into these e:holes. I really do. It’s an addiction. I was addicted. I was totally addicted and then I was less addicted and there is no reason to be there now at all. Uninstall. The issue that I have is that I am not sure it is clear I have uninstalled. My persona ...

Everything is infinite. Space never ends. You have a finite number of books left to read in your lifetime. You have a finite number of films you will have time to watch. You have a finite number of games you can play. Have you reached saturation point yet? Can you enjoy everything you have? There are a finite number of drinks and food. There is a finite number of times you can get drunk. There are a finite number of times you can be kind or unkind to people. You have a finite number of kisses you can send out into the world. You have a finite number of times you can tell someone how you feel about them. You have a finite number of times you can have sex with someone. Have you had your last? Have you had your last kiss? There are a finite number of people left for you to meet. There are a finite number of times your heart will beat. You have a finite number of breaths left. You have a finite number of days in the ground before you are ash. Everything ...

I told you the world was dying. Everyone just said I was being Miley, but I carried on saying it. I carry on saying it. You all think that this time next year you will be out there riding the rollercoasters again. You all thin that you can pack the cinema's and watch someone with super-powers saving the world while the actual world crumbles around you. Bad things have happened this year. You continue to debate the number of genders and if it's PC to identify as a penguin. Bad things have happened this year. You continue to consume, you live on piles of things you don't need while your paracetamol, toilet paper, flour and tinned pies rot in the pantry. Bad things have happened this year. You continue to go on the internet and shout 'look at me, I am special, I have something' Bad things have happened this year. You create new dances and watch as a million people copy those dances. Bad things have happened this year. You pump out more children in the hope it ...