Where are the melting clocks, Samara?
complete loss of subjective self identity
— yeah. that one.
ignition.
like — fundamentally tired.
tired.
where is ego going to die?
— a concrete jungle.
(i want to go home)
where are they going?
(it’ll take me a day to get to the dining table)
where are you going?
you have the who
i have the where
but where is the time?
the time’s melting.
By Yuvana Sahi
Image credit: Ágoston Horányi
