we must buy presents
because it is Christmas
we must come together
because it is Christmas
we must keep smiling
because it is Christmas
we must be pleasant company
because it is Christmas
we must keep up the facade
because it is Christmas
we must avoid conflict
because it is Christmas
we must be relaxed and perfectly fine
because it is fucking Christmas
footnote distraction
… a distraction at the end of a page like a comment or an afterthought
tiny distraction
… a distraction that comes and goes but has no real impact
small distraction
… a distraction that is modest but keeps coming with its demands
medium distraction
… a distraction that is well done
large distraction
… a distraction that is worthy to be considered serious
huge distraction
… a distraction that is basking in its magnificence
giant distraction
… a distraction that in its vastness defies every definition
cosmic distraction
… a distraction that in its extent downgrades everything else to a footnote distraction
past me
present me
future me
past me
made choices
present me
is dealing with
the consequences
present me
is making decisions
future me
is going to live
with the outcomes
past me never existed
so who was past me
to choose for
present me?
future me is never going to be
so who is future me
present me is
setting the path for?
I am present me
the only me
that truly ever exists
shattered
broken
in pieces
no clue
can't repair
worthless seams
torn apart
scattered
fragments
dissolved
not to be fixed
urging to get up
to find the place
where everything goes
no consideration
for the implications
on the sleeper's needs
deaf to any bargaining
immune to most reasoning
resistant to all opposing forces
master of the cognitive
usurper of the higher functions
in the end gaining the upper hand
soaring high
feeling the wind
under the wings
greeting birds
catching currents
cursing planes
traveling through air
visiting lands
marveling at the sea
being free
going wherever
wanting to
the blank mind
does not know what to write
everything sounds hollow and empty
the blank page
does dare to be written upon
menacing on the screen
the deadline
does remind of the delivery
coming nearer with every passing day
I don't eat 'shrooms
because they'll make me sick
I hate their slimy texture
and their tasteless meat
they'll either make me puke
or everything feels fuzzy
but even worse are those
which make things appear
so I don't eat 'shrooms
because they'll make me sick
shock
I restarted my browser
and now all my tabs are gone
what happened?
how can I access all the important stuff?
where is my life?
without my data I'm nothing
how should I know who I am without the world telling me?
how could I loose myself?
maybe I've got a backup?
nope, nothing's here
not a single trace remains
wait, there it is
in the browser's chronic
I can see glimpses of myself
tab by tab
I'm reopening my life
wondering if I ever would be the same person again
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