bleb | anomie

Now I must seek out the center, the origin, the lost foundation of my sense of loss, itself a loss around which my clouds of despair form as around a seed shot into the bossum of a gathering storm with a model rocket.....

now have i known the fear of the earth people,

who are indeed a nasty bunch. verily space calls to me,

the siren song of the void, my home. yet i have foolishly

tied myself to the mast of this sinking ship --

soon may i find myself in the display window

of a major supermarket chain.

i disguise myself as an advertising executive,

and wait for the inevitable....