Among the living

In my imagination it is not safe to go out there. Among the living, and unforgiving. Yet I travel with a smile wondering how long you all will carry on. Through the bullshit. Tossing dirt on my shallow grave. In the name of some dying creature deep down inside. I may be a monster from outer-space. Clinging to some future time and place. Closing my eyes to the sun. A sort of neo-digital dharma bum.