Phantasm.

I tried …

But despite my best attempts; I lost her.

Lost her to cyberspace and its pervasive illusion of success.

“Success” — Ushered and perpetuated by pseudo-woke

Profit-driven messiahs preaching prosperity to conflicted souls —

All to fuel a cyclical engine that produces and consumes

For the sake of producing and consuming.

She was reeled in by a soft sell of Poyais —

Hypnotized by a happiness alluded to by corporations intent on selling products

They themselves would never wish to use.

Of course I lost her … 

How do you compete against a mirage?

A mirage sold through a virtual wasteland overclocking our sensory input

A bazaar of theoretical futures yet to bed actuality.

—

No, I never lost her.

The world already had her.

  – O.D. ©2021

Art by:  Murciano