I’m watching her go from fridge to cooker to cup and back again (her daily exercise). ‘Cream!’ She muffles under her breath. She forgot the cream for her extra-large stuffed with marshmallows hot chocolate, so she slops back again…………. Jesus how fat and sloppy and lazy she has become.
as memory fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae
When you listen/look/hear/think/imagine about media of any kind-life and living sounds like a formula-well it is. In their most insidious way Google and its algorithms are controlling our behaviours from actions to thoughts-verbal to written-reactions to consequences and unintended outcomes. Our lives are not ours any more they actually are a formula-Googles and all Media.
She thought how life was equally simple and difficult-why she was here was down to America-the land of the brave the free the undead. She is incarcerated in this home-the crime-getting old. The reason behind everything that is:
Here she is 91 92 next month how did it ever get to this-if she lost her mind at least she wouldn’t know what was going on-being treated like a lump of meat. That’s all she is. Serving out her time to keep
Succumb Time AOD 10.30 11.11.2016 The Seirenes are coming Dead! Dying. What is my mind on about, she thought. That’s what is happening : it’s curtains, get it together and take action. It made no sense dying from what? When? How? Why? The journey to the Dr’s was an intense overriding of bodily