Saturday, January 12, 2008

The man consumed by a disembodied hive mind.

I still remember the terror I felt as I was cornered by the collective and absorbed.

I found my personality remained distinct, only my perception of the world changed: now under my theoretically total control.

One day on a beach created by consensual hallucination, I let myself dissolve into the manufactured moment.

I became the sunshine.

I spent three weeks on that day.

Had I known how burdensome a body is to a man sooner, I would have welcomed the collective from birth.

Gropius in 12 lines times 4 words

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