walkin
A micro story I wrote in may 2021 during COVID, a take on what I would see over and over again going on night walks. Kinda cringy but I sort of resonate with some of its messages

Here I am, walking in some suburban wasteland of endless consumerism and slacktivism. I walk, step by step, my bones feel fine, my brain feels fine, this is fine. Without the human struggle of survival I am "fine", a cautious nightmare. As I pass by these house of brick, plastic and wood, I turn on the motion sensor lights unintentionally, they light my path. The importance of security in a perfectly safe neighborhood. I need my smooth driveway to always be visible when anybody is nearby so I can feel safe with my things. The first floor of these houses are always the same, some sad parent(s) exhausted by their repetitive job which they got by sacrificing their spririt, their content of life, the walls of these rooms change color as the movie or show that is convieniently brought to them changes scene, usually here, the lights are off. Not only are we consuming and collecting random garbage that will go to donation when we die but we are also shortening out attention spans by clogging our brain full of temporary information, destroy after use mentally but store and attach physically. As I look into the second floor of these houses I see a rooms lighted by different colors, LED strips. Blare your room with the color of your choice and be labeled and filed as some sort of ignored drawer. In these rooms are presumably the outcome of the easy life, our overpriced phones we got because of the logo on it, complaining about the problems in our world told to us by the supreme, tip top of the internet. Sweatshops are a problem but i'm going to ignore the fact that I am standing on my virtual soapbox and spreading that opinion through a device that was made in a sweatshop. Who cares, we don't see it so we ain't complaining. Another topic of course but still nothing.

Here I am walking, all this going through my mind before the thought suicides, I go home to tweet about something, then I go to bed as if nothing was contradicted.