#dystopianthoughts

Is it happiness when we laugh?

Is it invention or nature?

Matrix or nonsense?

Lack of serotonin or a surge of dopamine?

Thinking machines with imbalanced neurotransmitters.

Awareness of slowly dying, awareness of time slipping by,

the waste of life – wake up, work, eat, sleep, degrade yourself, die.

Dying robots.

We are broken from within,

dead, pitiful, walking corpses.

I am, you are, they are –

not the alphas of this world, but its destroyers.

Not omegas, but self-annihilators – of body, of mind, of the Earth.

The aching awareness of impermanence, of unfulfilled dreams –

but maybe that’s nonsense too.

The Emperors locked us in cages called Life.