The Virtual Grave

Under the tyranny of popular opinion I felt subjugated. Its Ideas nothing more than scum scrapped from the bottom of the barrel and plastered across the great white screen like a shit stain on pure silk. Is this all there is to the human mind?
I travelled deeper, past pictures of the dead and notes left to them in loving memory. Adverts and scams wrapped these short instances of sincerity that were underlined by dancing cats and abandoned dogs. A taste of bile hit the back of my throat when images of the outside world came in to view. Days before the Zero One. Days of beauty lost and yet there for all to copy and paste.


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