Sameer

For those who are still stalking
          
          My other accn.

I know you won't be coming back anytime soon, so lemme spam.

I bragged to a friend about u (showed him atlas was different)

@tarbooja_ was just about to ask him that

i have a bone to pick with you after reading atlas

hii hii how have you beennn

All the people you follow and your reading list are so elite. 
          It's like you only allow quality into your socials.

Blue Baptism | 1-06-2024 | 3:04
          
          there’s a void that doesn't quite fit into the screen but you keep trying to press it into shape. your emotions are emojis, your thoughts condensed to 280 characters. you are an avatar of yourself, more connected and more isolated than ever.
          you wake up, you check your phone. you eat, you check your phone. you lie in bed at night, and check your phone. the blue light bathes your face in the dark, casting shadows where your smile used to be.  your thumb, the only part of you alive. faces blur. are they real? are You?
          dopamine hits fade faster now. refresh, refresh, refresh. you curate, you crop, you filter your existence. you are static, stuck, a bug in amber. 
          how many sunsets have you missed while searching for the perfect filter? less flesh, more data. less soul, more algorithm. a tragedy in binary, 0 or 1? that wasn't an insta poll. reduced to 6 inches, and you say size does matter. the world is burning, or maybe it's just another sunset. hard to tell the difference through the screen. 
          the feed scrolls on, infinite yet empty. you are here, you are nowhere, you are everywhere. human, inhuman, post-human. fingers poised over glass, waiting for the next notification. For what? You have forgotten. 
          
          ping ping ping - your heart flutters.

You're the rat, the cheese, and the scientist | 27-06-24 | 00:06 
          
          Dawn breaks. I pry open my eyes, another day to chase something shiny. Whisper to myself: I'm not like them, not racing rats in a maze. But my feet hit the floor, and I'm running. Always running. What choice do you and I have? Survive or perish. The city wakes, a monster hungry for dreams. I feed it mine, bite by bite. Chasing cars like a feral dog, barking at taillights that fade. What if I catch one? What then? My mouth full of metal and rubber, victory tasting like ash. But we don't  stop just there, not yet. The next desire already clawing at my throat. Rest is for the dead. So I run. Chase. Want. Repeat. Until my lungs give out or the sun burns away. What am I chasing? Life, maybe. Or its neon shadow. Ask me tomorrow. I'll have a new answer, same desperate eyes.

Schrodinger's humans | 25-06-24 | 23:36
          
          The sky swallows itself whole. You stand at the edge, toes curling over nothingness. Light bends around your silhouette, creating a halo of absence. You could step forward, let gravity decide. Or step back, return to the known world of clocks and compromises. 
          The choice hangs suspended, a soap bubble trembling in still air. Somewhere, a star dies. Somewhere, a child takes their first breath. The universe expands and contracts like a living thing. You are so small, and yet contain multitudes. 
          You are stardust, recycled atoms, temporary arrangements of cosmic debris. You look in the mirror and see eternity staring back. The reflection blinks. 
          You are both alive and dead until observed.