Six Mays on the Underside of the World

Fortunately and unfortunately the world we- or should I say you- live in is about as black and white as the words on this page and the tattoo on your back. It’ll squeeze you and choke you until all the color has drained out your eyes and through the tips of your fingers. It’ll constrict your individuality until you’re a face on a page, a figure on a profit margin, or a single grass stain that has yet to be Oxi-cleaned off your khakis. The world is not interested in us- excuse me again- the world is not interested in you.

What does the world want anyway? Well, how am I to know? To you, to your precious ‘world’ I don’t exist.