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mind-flea
my couch is my desk
or should I say
my writing space
is my dumpy-ass couch
sometimes I make use
of the coffee table
actually it’s not a coffee
table, it’s this shitty little
thing from Ikea…
I think we can be better
at doing nothing
from time to time
having agenda-less days
where the stimulus threshold
is somewhere close to zero,
where nothing needs to register
on the scale of how-bad-do-I-
need-to-do-this-thing-right-now…
urgency is a spell
saving time is an illusion
I don’t fear boredom
I fear being forced into
tedium, day after day,
by having to do obligatory things
all the time that don’t
nourish me as a human being…
I wonder what it would be like
to passively exist in another
person’s brain — ride another
person’s consciousness
for a short time, like a mind-flea
strap myself down to a few neurons
and see where the day takes me (us)
hanging on for those little mental
trips where nothing’s at stake
and you have no worries
about pushing the wrong buttons
and you can just hop off
whenever you feel like it —
whenever you feel like being
somebody else for a while
maybe I’m already a mind-flea
but I’m too attached to my own
body, maybe we all are
Franco Amati 2024
