wrote this one for a man by janaphylaxis, literature
Literature
wrote this one for a man
capitalists had a feeding frenzy on the brave and free quickly, we became a corpse of our former reality; picked clean by what we believed to be the needs of an infinite growth economy but between you and me, how can we exist in this reality? I can't balance the spreadsheet of human greed and we’re moving at breakneck speed toward not harmony, but purgatory I believe in what I see and I have a dream but it's in a language I can’t yet speak; maybe you can enlighten me
In the west we often forget the effects of the pursuit of infinite growth; but the free market is cutthroat and I sincerely hope that we have what it takes to stay afloat
I’ve seen beautiful art and I want to make art so I started to look closely at all the little parts and before my eyes I saw my daydreams come to life, the most wonderful realities that could be conceived now achieved, a momentary trick of the light just for me and if only I could catch a second, one connection, maybe mother nature would speak through me
i have an affliction, the human condition
if time is the answer, what’s the equation?
me plus patience, resilience, and dedication
multiplied by opportunity and intention but
divided by self-doubt and pessimism;
my only option is optimism
though crunching numbers makes me number,
data revision gives me visions
and all my dreams will come to fruition
if only i can believe in
myself
sometimes you have to be a little dead inside to make it out alive
and what i've learned about life, loss & love is that each moment is not a toss up but
a gradient of possibility where the designer is me
and while the choice of any destiny comes freely
it's not easy to predict what will soon be history
believe me
let's hear it for the memories that could have been but never were, fading over time til there's enough of a blur that the mementos meld together and I only remember the beginning and the very ending
how many have lost to prop me up? by janaphylaxis, literature
Literature
how many have lost to prop me up?
behind me is a quarter century of investments that line by line define me and remind me that the 'me' you know is just a positive externality, the embodiment of an idealized society, and if life is at times a struggle for me it means that there are millions on their knees who cannot see how beautiful humanity could one day be
here lies, in peace
a body that deceased
in 1933
to me, in my 20s,
that’s the finite boundary between
history and antiquity
though less than a century has passed by so fleetingly
flying machines and terror scenes
are common now to me;
humanity
merged with technology
at an incomprehensible speed
booms create busts
traditionally
but what if we
expanded our understanding of economy?
exponentially
money becomes a machine
and big business, the monopoly queen
yet
while humans are the driver
of a holocene-shaped guillotine
the serenity needed to steer it
has become obsolete
the next great leaders dissuaded by current regimes
(not by not e
i have an affliction, the human condition
if time is the answer, what’s the equation?
me plus patience, resilience, and dedication
multiplied by opportunity and intention but
divided by self-doubt and pessimism;
my only option is optimism
though crunching numbers makes me number,
data revision gives me visions
and all my dreams will come to fruition
if only i can believe in
myself
sometimes you have to be a little dead inside to make it out alive
and what i've learned about life, loss & love is that each moment is not a toss up but
a gradient of possibility where the designer is me
and while the choice of any destiny comes freely
it's not easy to predict what will soon be history
believe me
let's hear it for the memories that could have been but never were, fading over time til there's enough of a blur that the mementos meld together and I only remember the beginning and the very ending
how many have lost to prop me up? by janaphylaxis, literature
Literature
how many have lost to prop me up?
behind me is a quarter century of investments that line by line define me and remind me that the 'me' you know is just a positive externality, the embodiment of an idealized society, and if life is at times a struggle for me it means that there are millions on their knees who cannot see how beautiful humanity could one day be
here lies, in peace
a body that deceased
in 1933
to me, in my 20s,
that’s the finite boundary between
history and antiquity
though less than a century has passed by so fleetingly
flying machines and terror scenes
are common now to me;
humanity
merged with technology
at an incomprehensible speed
booms create busts
traditionally
but what if we
expanded our understanding of economy?
exponentially
money becomes a machine
and big business, the monopoly queen
yet
while humans are the driver
of a holocene-shaped guillotine
the serenity needed to steer it
has become obsolete
the next great leaders dissuaded by current regimes
(not by not e
thankx for the watch..fuck ur an amazing writer...I read four...my favorite is the human condition..one u did...I just wanted to say that and yeah? keep it up ..? now imma watch back!