before i left i felt the city infringing on my thoughts, i wanted to shut it out. now it just seeps through me and i don't mind because its no more real than i am. we smile at each other across the ether, "i know your game" we whisper as we pass in the street.
i return from the stillness of the desert to Hollywood's bright lights, Christmas has sprinkled the city with fake snow and the smell of cinnamon. the sun still shines its Californian glow but after the relentless desert heat i am shivering in the slightest shade. sounds are loud and conversations caricatures from my skeleton eye sockets. i am invisible and slip along the sidewalk freely. all wires exposed i see the innerworkings of this program. the dream machine churning and perpetuating.
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