Distribution Automatique

Tuesday, July 6

Every now and then one comes across
a poem that puts perfectly just
the way things seem to have been
of late. This poem published today on
exzentrick libretti {click here}
including these lines nails it:

“When I consider the injustice done
To me: A wonder I am sane,
Though not far from that place
Where the mind recoils at the notion
Of being human, of being a human being.

I have nothing but scorn for their gleeful faces
Their actions the thoughts that drive them
Winning is everything: nothing means anything?
Something is wrong; my world has gone for dead
I wish to stay, without the engineered thought forms.”
-Alexander Cumberbatch
from *Cloud Foliage*