
with sunlight falling
I’m abuzz with distraction
called by electrons
poetry, prose, and photography
Looking at how we’re evolving culturally, and how humanity engages with itself, for good and for ill.

with sunlight falling
I’m abuzz with distraction
called by electrons
Most every day, a song echos in my mind as I wake. The universe often speaks to me in song.
This morning I woke to U2’s “40” and the line “how long, to sing this song?”
My heart troubled by the world’s rage soaked violence, by another bloody day. Will humanity expand out of it’s ego before the world’s burned into obliteration by hubris? Will I get to see that day? How long, my friends. How long?
​Snooze bar seduction
No, not due to laziness
Rather, contentment
Inbox announces
Porn-bots sing their siren song
Empty of beauty