May 28, 2019
This infection, you can't see it, nor can it touch you but consume you thoroughly by the under and over of reality colliding. Served to the rest of you, what issues out is what issues in, a whirlpool exists as you exist in the spiraling without end. No volume subsists without the space ripping apart to assume the space you need. All that forms is but an illusion. In the value made real I become worthless looking for a payout. Money? A distraction. The worth? What settles is no reality in the functionality we recognize as real but its reflection.