(from Pocket Philosophy for End Times - A Lexicon of Dystopia) Our economic system has been sustained by the invention of the abstract and physically impossible concept of waste: the irrational notion that any object, resource or even human can suddenly lose its value, sometimes without any actual change in its physical properties, and be … Continue reading Waste
Most times it acts as a mirror reflecting curious eyes from its dark secrets Other times, it becomes transparent Allowing short glimpses into its world, before armies of blue veils rush in to censor the rest. You can only explore it by entering One touch, and it shivers all over It knows you’re here. The … Continue reading Waterborne
(from Pocket Philosophy for End Times - A Lexicon of Dystopia) The complex social, cultural, economic and political structures that emerge once a species begins to effectively parasitize its environment, and the creation of the myths, religions and toxic, self-serving belief systems that temporarily allow this system to sustain itself, evolve and propagate at the … Continue reading Civilisation
Down where the beach shimmers there is an invisible timewarp. As you step into the fluttering starlight you may find yourself 10,000 sunsets back. You’ll see a young version of yourself carving the same footsteps on the same beach as the sea observes you like a watchful parent, unable to hold on to you knowing … Continue reading Spacetime
Spawned into abundance offspring of a wealthy family you were cursed with a cognitive malfunction gorging on your mother’s unlimited milk as she cleaned up after your messes. And then the wind changed Covered in your own filth, you watched the earth burn you saw your cities melt like sandcastles in the rain as you … Continue reading Burn
Down where the ocean draws the line I tried to turn the page lapping at the beach like a wave trying to wipe the slate clean. But the scene is all too familiar walking by the same carcass each day feeling like a worn out canvas used over and over to paint the same blur. … Continue reading Storm
Down at the beach I went looking for myself again like a stray dog looking for hugs wondering why no one wants to touch him so he just wags his tail to the waves Down at the beach I made friends in low places hiding from the eyes of the dirty world watching the concrete … Continue reading Scavenger
Born amongst your horses I looked for an escape outside your sphere of influence In darker shores far away Misled by my own ambition I ended up lost in the side streets knocking on prison doors shackling myself into false safety Until one day I smelled the ocean and remembered the horses as my heart … Continue reading Untamed
Born inside a museum we gazed around with voracious eyes as we began to open the display cases, savoring ancient delicacies. “there is more in the back” – someone shouted. But each new generation forgot about the deeds of the previous one. Each new herd of our kin ignored what the museum used to look … Continue reading Scattered
(from my book Pocket Philosophy for End Times - A Lexicon of Dystopia) A rare metal. Seldomly found on its own, in its pure, unadulterated crystalline form, it is usually an ingredient of alloys and mixtures with other metals. These mixtures have been very popular over the years for their bright metallic sheen, durability and … Continue reading Truth
George Tsakraklides 