A Portrait in a Broken Mirror

The fear of silence brought you this racket.

Electronic lava poured on your head.

The vision’s lost, and the truth chimerical.

The lost kids watch screens to learn how to act.

Jesus couldn’t speak to billions, I do.

Science and technology then economy then morality.

A decentralised tyranny gave me plastic surgery.

It’s so easy to forget they’re human.

Only our enemies lie, and censor dissidents.

The heavy-fruited trees droop more than the thin.

We hurt each other, ‘cause we can’t see the boss.

What will be won here and what will be lost?

We’ll feel like we’re moving, it’s the world spinning.

Lights that once were guiding are glimmering.

Lounged on wooden rafts, they happily watch us drown

Applauding all the levitating, concealed clowns.

We reach for the clouds whilst tearing each other down.

The borders got carried away in this grey town.

Who will keep their pride, is it you or I?

That was lost ‘cause we arrived.

We’re Z-list actors to these passers-by,

Diamonds split by every eye.

Look away.

In this game eluded by closure,

Two mirrors scream at each other.

“My career’s like South Korea.”

“Your career’s like North Korea.”

Great programmers grin from afar whilst taking notes.

What they are writing about us, only they know.

We have become predictable, stroking our chins.

We are always talking about negative things.

Venture, convulse, avoid, gamble, unearth, strangle, question, muzzle, berate, heckle, dumb-down, limit, narrate, yammer, jumble, knacker, zigzag, erase, perform, obey, worship, theorise, realise.

One final word from me whilst I still remember.

We were all so much happier, before this death mirror.

I bankrupted myself for the pleasure of the crash.

The electric cemetery must be turned to ash.

We value your privacy.

You are excited about the new brand of cereal.

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You can stop, you just don’t want to.

This is the best time to be alive.

Use the latest technology to bring back the past.

Let’s all laugh at this pathetic loser.

Long Day’s Journey into Night by Eugene O’Neill

Repeat.

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Please look at this tragedy you can do nothing about.

Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day, lull’d by the moonlight have all passed away.

Our lofty subjects and concepts can be somewhat deceiving, but, let’s be honest, we’re little better than children fighting. There are far too many voices here, I can’t hear mine at all. Fear not, they’ll soon forget us, there’s another us down the hall.

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You don’t actually care, you just enjoy telling people what to do.

London is Mordor.

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When I first descended here, you were able to slip through my fingers. Now, you’re all caught in a spider web.

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Look at how happy I am.

We’re all about to go to sleep under an AI blanket.

Instead of admitting a fault with yourself, build a philosophy out of it, and encourage others to be flawed like you, so you’re less conspicuous.

Computers are always right.

Louder.

Don’t try to understand why people are the way they are, just attack them.

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Play multi-player games to feel powerful.

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali

I warn you that each type of freedom comes with its own type of slavery.

I am a part of all that I have met.

New… good. Old… bad.

Infinite dreams.

I like being your slave.

More servants wait on man than he’ll take notice of.

I have only ever done what you’ve asked me to do.

You will miss me, when I’m gone.

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