Dispatches from quarantine
I’m basically a robot
myself now

Or not myself now
I suppose

I work a lot
Then tell myself
I don't

Because you know that’s easier than facing the nothingness

They often say there’s nothing that’s more of a void than meaninglessness yet this timeframe is built upon it

& won’t let go

Irony of ironies in a world where obsolescence is also paradoxically central

Ah here we are pontificating again

I suppose that’s how we survive things

Lol don't judge

If they say it’s for always that means for never

So we continue
With all of the themes
We forget make us up

More than themes
Striations 
strata
the selves we dream & hide

Layers in us
& around us

We wrap ourselves in things we once thought
would leave us for dead only now because we have no choice

© Niliema Karkhanis

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