I hear a robot in the wings that speaks of a low mortgage and the impossiblity of affording a dwelling in the NOVA area. I hear the same robot say many things. Over and over. Learn a language. Memorize phrases. Stock text for communication. Ones and zeros. An entire menu of possible responses. A crib sheet. The missions people select. The great falls that we live through; alive for a few hours at the bottom hoping help will come. Scribbled digits on square yellow paper with an adhesive strip on the reverse. Smeared with ashes. Smeared with wine. Smeared with the very lead from the pencil the note was written with. A phone line that has ceased to function as intended. Saved messages from last week. A voice replayed, hell, a video replayed until the image is smeared with grain. A DVD that freezes. Sticky keyboard felgus. One more cigarette and I'll consider laying my head down upon a very thin pillow. Tomorrow spawns multitudes of crawling beings. Ants will eat the carcass.
Exploring Volumes Because i can
