From Sean Creamer’s ‘Crystal Castles’ collection, via hongwrong.com.
The world is very small.
It’s the bed you woke up in and the number of contacts in your phone.
The friends you meet for lunch and the TV shows you talk about.
It’s your mother reminding you of birthdays and the line at the bus stop.
Your most visited websites and the paper cut you didn’t realise you had.
It’s the ads you ignore as you cook and the song stuck in your head.
The characters you want to be and the ones you know you are.
It’s the faces of those who reject you and the words of the ones that don’t.
The light that flickers and the floorboards that creak under your feet.
It’s intricate and fragile.
Singular and certain.
It’s life.
And it’s the truth.
But it’s not the only one.
The Robotic Hermit 