Master/\Slave

The Slaves hate the Masters & themselves.

The Masters hate both & everything else.

A glacial surface is crawling across our collective imagination, while the world burns waiting to destroy civilisation.

When we stare into mirrors or out of windows every day, do we admire or look away?

Do we know that what we see is only one more object consumed & constituted by an infinite sea of others?

Do we feel the horror of that brief tremor beyond the horizon of thought;

a something that is nothing at all, &

when we chose to avert our gaze, to pretend that everything will remain the same;

when we shatter the mirror & the shards dig deep into our hands,

will we realise that

we have no one to blame but ourselves?