no one cares

No one cares.
I don’t care.
The feed displaces my care.

I am drawn to it.
I love to know.
I am jealous. I crave. I thirst.
I sublimate my dreams.

I go to the silent place
and recover gratitude
for the glorious sky
and the squirrel who tortures the dog named Sunny next door
with his wagging bottom.

What more do you need?

An agent harness.
Increasing revenue to show off.
A daily habit of burned tokens.

Is this a life? Is it exciting?

Are you surrounded by love,
by competition,
by those who make you the fuller version of yourself?

What more do you want?
Is your wanting yours?
Do you read about agency and nod?