Do you ever wonder what it’s like to be him? I can only
describe it if you stop believing you are your eyes and that your eyes are
television screens. Now imagine you are sitting far away and conducting many
screens.
That’s what it feels like to be him.
And who are we? Opticular sensory nerve endings connected to
a larger socially conscious behaviour with ant-like eco-conservative duties to
maintain the structural/hygienic integrity of our known planet, because without
said planet the self-titled miracle of the self-aware and the ponderous would
be forever lost in the vacuum of space thus assumably damaging the structural
integrity of our known solar(vascular) system, a webbed network of light
pouring in veins, heating a molecule not dissimilar to Adenosine Tri Phosphate,
floating momentarily in the swell, a source of fuel for larger things all
located in his liver.
