scrolling. it’s like a punishment i give myself for cheating on my life, carrying on this relationship non-discreetly with a phone. Oscar-worthy. i pick up yesterdays paper. the rain plays off the gutter rails. the comics are colorful.
i find myself. drawing in the margins
#katyamills
who will lead
the opposition of the urge
to indulge past past past the point of full
to sleep in long long long on a sunday
to watch swipe watch?
it takes guts to knife the romance
of the screens
the eyes hurt the head aches and
love is opposition
is bold
#katyamills
this place got it all
there’s nothing here
no technology
we come here stripped down
we can hardly take it
we don’t wanna live
this place got it all
no longer charmed out of reality
we see things plainly
this place got it all
like running thirsty
toward a mirage
#katyamills
climbing the walls of our will, numb and detached from purpose, deep in despair, entertained to near death, technologically baffled, compulsively obsessed, imagination fraught from lack of use, cut by seven blade razors, telemarketed, stuck on stupid, shot at by solar flares, inundated by cell rays, frozen in synthetic fear frostings, sucking on substitute sugars, dipped in electromagnetic confection, infected by ad campaigns, propped up by pharmaceuticals, shuffling whole food aisles, storage wars won at auction, amassing detritus in space to the gills … modern life can get pretty blasphemous. i gotta claw my way out of it. chaos toppled by order toppled by chaos. i gotta go deeper. below the muddy quicksand of modern life lies firm and solid virgin ground. bedrock. you cannot see it but it is there. resplendent as the throats of bullfrogs in spring. #katyamills
like a secret
in the nucleus
of the yolk
of the eye
we defy analytics
science
religion
sharpened by
the guarantee of
annihilation
unwilling
to be dulled
by screens
technology or
tradition
#katyamills
the birds gave up
stopped singing they
mulled about their nests
feathered up and tucked
in. lost in a doomscroll
from hell my phone
was chirping about
something i friendless
tuned out
#katyamills
when the screens are off i
speak to you and
you listen
our feelings fully
articulated
you speak to me
i listen
we feel close
thank god
we have a chance
what was life before our devices?
The association in her case was not transparent. If she introduced the darkness to light, they might achieve net neutrality and no one would have to pay. She would funnel all the nonsense down the pipes built expressly for that purpose, and run the drainage of his company into a far corner of the yard where nothing ever grew, she thought. Then reproduce the unkempt sound by some peripheral brilliance, and follow a stream into its relentless river, with side effects of curling back and slowing down. She saw herself surfing a wave and tumbling down, again and again until she got it right. The sharks would circle, yes, but she had chum to feed them. Some day she promised herself an escape from undertow, the gravity above all.
K IS SILENT 