Friday, November 8, 2024

THE NEW DREAM #33:

stepping carefully through total darkness

debris, obstructions, junk, boxes packed with whoknowswhat

banging my knees

catching my toes against an unyielding corner, wrenching them out to a wrong angle

I stumble and fall right onto my face

keep getting tangled up in wires

walking for miles and miles

‘til a screen lights up

fills my sight

scrolling, searching, self-diagnosing

“find a steep hill, ascend until you heal or you can no longer move”

the perils of AI search results online