“The future” is “meaningless.” Well, that’s only because there are so, so, so, so, so, so many words. The same words, too, only too many times. So many words, too many times. The same words, all over, everywhere, again and again.
Her ritual was to walk and let the world change for her. She begged it, every day, to please, please, please, please change. Please refashion the world, right now, but this time totally differently, and all over again, from the very beginning. Resurrect from the earth, a virginal, untouched planet, tomorrow or maybe later this afternoon.
The human body increasingly becomes lifeless and signifiers of reproductive health, such as sperm and “quality” fats (used for fetal brain development & baby development during breastfeeding), are decoratively worn on the body to represent a life that can no longer be maintained, nor reproduced. This necrotic, synthetic simulation of life becomes a decorative and romantic ideal in fashion, art, porn and whatever…
Now that Satan went so far as to give me such romantic dreams, I think it’s time I return to his warm embrace, since this dream, very clearly, was a love smitten invitation.