My body never used to need things.
I could forget about
food, about speaking,
about lights, about daytime and nightime,
about needing. Slipping through
life as a ghost. Only
a ghost; to see life
for what it was.

My body reacts
before my brain
thinks there is a need
to do something.

This amnesia
makes you question
every aspect.
More and more,
each time,
you try to prove the past
to yourself.
Only one person,
yet so many
histories.

There was one rhetoric
which knew
how to present itself.
It took people by the hand
and guided them through its land in no less
than 12 minutes.
It took them even less to believe.

Nowadays it’s difficult
to get anyone to believe
what they don’t see
or experience for themselves.
Really believe, I mean.

In this wild digital world
something vanished
and later some thing appeared in its place;
a garden for a laboratory.
How is it time always wins?
There was nothing in the box, but sand.
Suppose I took a handful and built a castle
of digital dimensions and space, carefully cubed
and calculated in its shape, but devoid of substance.
If you touch or attempt to integrate, it will erode.