I live in a world where
people are nine-foot tall eunuchs
crouching into tiny white cars,
dipping into bland little flats,
where no one fucks and
thought’s been replaced by
social filters and clickbait…
a world where I stare at a screen, or two,
every single day waiting for the rectangular bastard
to tell me what to do, how, and when.
Bogdan Tiganov