The Personal is Political

Opened the blinds to let the light in for the first time in a long time.
Apartment windows across the parking lot,
background processes, gadgets, holy books, and dust,
three white walls and a fan that hums
forever, burning fuel like a living, temporary thing,
pushing away oppressive heat or cold.
Information overload and understimulation,
sound and failing vision,
everything you are
sinks into a screen that replaces
everything real
as the rest of the world retreats.
Thoughts get dark and fantasy becomes a need.
Deprivation leads to a blind and reckless hunger.

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