An imaginary friend. A construct of our ego, desperate to believe that someone is watching, someone actually cares about our existence. God is the personification of the real forces of creation: the stardust, the light, the gravity. God is the excuse to sin: it will all be forgiven, because after all, we are His children. … Continue reading God
The transfer of resources and funds from Earth's Economy into the Human Economy, until the former is depleted and the latter, parasitic one, dies as a result. Profit, the one and only goal of capitalism, is dependent on racism, natural destruction, inequality and exploitation. Capitalism is therefore an oxymoron, because it relies on its eventual … Continue reading Profit
It was the biggest show on Earth as billions around the world gathered around their TVs eager to watch as ancient icebergs slid into the ocean in real time koalas held on to trees in crystal clear resolution as they burned alive and commercials so many commercials so many products to choose from all those … Continue reading Showtime
It’s been a month since they disappeared leaving behind a trail of plastic wreckage dried flesh torn along sharp crevasses and half-broken, half-buried consumer goods now consumed by a new sediment in the planet’s geological history. Like fresh flowers doused in gasoline they waited for the spark to ignite them as they set fire to … Continue reading Plasticene
In this Dystopia we have gradually become transparent to the passage of time learning to be patient as we surrendered to how small we are. In this Dystopia We escaped the mental asylum by accident abruptly coming down from the drugs as we noticed the spring flowers come up slower than ever. Time became a … Continue reading The Pills
It was on New Years day when the little spider seized the opportunity spinning its invisible, crystalline web on the world immobilizing everything in its path tying buildings, cars and people into knots Everything stopped moving, frozen in its place, day in day out. The trees carved trenches in the ground with their shadows the … Continue reading Prison
Every time the sun sets We question our existence Who put us here and why are they looking at us from above do they even care what we do with our time. We try to find reasons justifications A purpose and a destiny that we must fulfill. But there is no purpose Other than to … Continue reading Mirrors
Skin awakens to its thirst welcoming the rays like a long-lost lover desperately holding on to each warm caress like a soft blanket knowing it won’t last forever In the sun lips become translucent raspberries glowing red from the inside finally admitting to themselves that they want to be squeezed in the sun eyes become … Continue reading In the sun
We arrived into this world as sensory machines Curiosity rovers roaming the landscape Equipped with tools and instruments So that we can lock on to our targets And miss them at the same time We have eyes that are made to become mesmerized distracting the brain from seeing Ears that only feel safe in the … Continue reading Compass
There is a point beyond the horizon where time is generated for each of us It rides on the northerly wind and arrives in invisible parcels to be opened only at the time of use It is acquired by inhalation nurtured by the speed of our blood and only when it feels ready does it … Continue reading Time
George Tsakraklides 