plastic and ai is the new human

life is racing in front of my eyes lately,
time slipping through my fingers.

i’m waiting for someone to press the stop button
and remembered that that someone must be me.

i’m the one i’m waiting for.
and once again i’m tired of the speed of this world.
only a few days back in the system,
and my alarm bells won’t stop ringing.

temptations lurking at every corner,
luring us back into amnesia
with glossy designs and a smile.

call me too sensitive, privileged, naive or idealistic,
but after experiencing chronic illnesses
as a result of this sick world,

i refuse to cut my wings,
i refuse to play the game,
i refuse to fit into any roles
and go back to sleep.

i could have been dead by now,
but instead i chose life.
and i will keep choosing it,
moment by moment, until my last breath,
over a golden cage that is losing colors.

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squeezed into rectangular boxes sitting in front of a rectangle with an apple,
a cup of matcha latte gives the air of trendy.

brain fried, mind racing.
body & soul offline.

doesn’t matter, 5-6 pm is workout time.
like a zombie on speed i drag myself
to an overcrowded studio,
with a resting bitch face
praying to be invisible to the male gaze.
6.00-6.30 shower & change.
6.30-7.30 shopping for dinner, stuck in traffic.
7.30-8.00 start cooking.
8.00 dinner time.

tick, tick, tick.
life perfectly squeezed into todos - how efficient.

is this the life our ancestors prayed for?
golden age of humanity?

peak of human potential:
addicted to screens,
anxious about looking good on online profiles,
collecting experiences & certificates to impress strangers,
selling last bit of dignity for numbers,
normalising trash for capitalism,
celebrating soulless machines & everything fake.

plastic and ai is the new human.

i wish i spent more time scrolling,
said no one ever on their deathbed.

how must the dead feel
watching this absurd tragedy unfold
in our ‘modern, developed’ world.