just a puppet
in the illusion of choice, we are numb to the strings. Sometimes, it’s going to feel like your life…
what’s home?
in mistaking home for a place, we forget it’s the people that make it worth returning. Home…
you robots!
in automating thought, we forfeit understanding. I had the pleasure of sitting in for a former philosophy…
time is money
in venerating others, we abandon our own worth. “Thank you for your time,” a phrase I find…
wake up!
in seeking escape, we imprison the self. It’s three p.m. and I’ve just walked home in the…
who am i?
in losing direction, we often find ourselves. I woke up this morning past seven o’clock with no…