The Visions of Loneliness on LCD Screens

Do you ever? Or is it just me? How are we all alone, together?

Do you ever see somebody from the tv and feel like you know them?

As if fallen from the site of resurrection, they appear to you like a vision of prophecy. What nonsenses peeks from behind the curtain. An Everest half cocked? As if someone gave up along the way or thought maybe not, let’s not, best… not. The

loneliness of an eye battered by its insistent jolt of periphery, of

wait here; I’ll be back, I’ll be back, I’ll be back. I promise. The movies tell you to dream, to dream it all up. That one day it will seem vibrant and real too, as it does in that space within a box, but the colors are

flesh eating piranhas taking from life and so, are not of this world. The distance

between others is strengthened by the gaze of perception. I am perceived, I am perceiving. I am a pigeon on a bus stop hoisted up to catch bread crumbs as they are thrown away. As they, too, are discarded.