A writing prompt from 2024

22.04.24 — daily commute

Empty carriages and the smell of nothing.

These suburban aeroplanes are passing through cut and paste background scenes from badly made TV soap operas.

Tattooed chariots that roar like lions chasing the prey that is capitalism, delivering me, like a sacrifice, to give up my days to pay the ticket price to do it all over again tomorrow…

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And she is back…

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Same old, same old

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