We mark our eras well.
We fall behind, leaves schedules and calendars. Our date books mark our lives with check marks.
The smell of oil paint is foreign, resting against a canvas and destined for a 1000 years of dust gathering. We love such holographic lives. The blue shadow that passes before a screen, making the atmosphere with angles. Here then is you, and you are nothing, merely an equation written on a wall.
What shape does it take, what notation makes it up? Are you reduced to a phone number?

We mark our eras well.

We fall behind, leaves schedules and calendars. Our date books mark our lives with check marks.

The smell of oil paint is foreign, resting against a canvas and destined for a 1000 years of dust gathering. We love such holographic lives. The blue shadow that passes before a screen, making the atmosphere with angles. Here then is you, and you are nothing, merely an equation written on a wall.

What shape does it take, what notation makes it up? Are you reduced to a phone number?

 
Those were the days when thing fell apart.
The glue was unbound; people knew nothing useful and lived their lives in frivolity, since serious was boring. These were the people for whom party was family and life was a matter of patience. 
Then came dreadful calamities such as pizza and ice cream; these things filled the news and masked people’s memory with sign posts - I was here at such a place and was doing this such a time. Memories becomes images, movies playing on the website behind the eyes.
These were the times of astronomical wonder. Those alive marvelled at their good fortune. A comet with a cycle of 10,000 years, the approach of Mars, it’s nearest position since 60,000 years. Comets and asteroids crashing into Jupiter; all to be taken for granted.
The marvels of the heavens and the universe, competing with reality TV.

Those were the days when thing fell apart.

The glue was unbound; people knew nothing useful and lived their lives in frivolity, since serious was boring. These were the people for whom party was family and life was a matter of patience. 

Then came dreadful calamities such as pizza and ice cream; these things filled the news and masked people’s memory with sign posts - I was here at such a place and was doing this such a time. Memories becomes images, movies playing on the website behind the eyes.

These were the times of astronomical wonder. Those alive marvelled at their good fortune. A comet with a cycle of 10,000 years, the approach of Mars, it’s nearest position since 60,000 years. Comets and asteroids crashing into Jupiter; all to be taken for granted.

The marvels of the heavens and the universe, competing with reality TV.