Well fuck, I now see it’s been exactly one month since my last post. In hindsight, it seems accurate when I assess the last 30 days: too much work, too many people, too many to-do lists, not enough time for me to regroup and recover.
I’m not a big fan of how quickly this year has been going; it feels like it’s slipping through my fingers as my hands are forcefully kept busy and therefore unable to grab any shred, any crumb of time I so desperately need for myself.
The last 30 days have been emotionally sponsored by my usual suppliers: Disappointment, Sadness, Anger and Resentment. These are mostly directed at others (the entitled pricks who annex my space, time and life), but I’ve also been somewhat annoyed at myself, for helping them in the first place and thus being taken for granted, becoming a small sacrifice for them to get to what they want.
In other words, my disgust for humanity’s inconsiderateness has only deepened in the last month. On the bright side, I’ve gradually cut those leeches out of my life and gave birth to this piece:
Lock yourself up
shut the curtains
turn the lights down
stay very still
don’t fucking move.
The chronophages are invading.
They’ll bleed you dry
they swallow you whole.
they’ll take everything until
nothing
remains.
Enough.
Enough with the selfishness
the bullshit
the self-centred self-obsession.
enough with the ‘me-me-me’
the ego-feeding cannibalism
narcissism
barbarism
that only leaves behind
vacant
broken
carcasses.
BASIC HUMAN WRITES 