Tuesday, July 21, 2009

"Urban Life" Legend

Dazed and confused, and walking in circles.

The last month or so has been a lazy trip where I've just realized one thing. Time is rushing through me and leaving me out of the excitement.

Will be completing 3 years in the catacombs of Bangalore's air conditioned multinational back offices and the Legend is starting to yawn. The Legend is starting to poke, prod, and sneak peeks at the sun with its glistening eyes. The Legend is starting to die.
Circles, circles and black voids filled with silence.

Cloaked in black, the soul approaches the rows of unnerved efficiency and mental decline. Like a shadow it moves across the aisles towards the slave-masters and their machine brains. It's time for the soul to pull their plugs and save itself.

Crouches and waits, before it strikes. There are screams echoing through the emptiness in its head, telling it that it is too late to turn back time.

The screams will have to stop, the silence will have to return, and the void will have to be filled again.

The screaming will have to stop.

The soul will have to protect itself, prevent its unwanted metamorphosis into a corpse choked in plastic, reduced to a binary existence.

The screaming finally stops.

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