IMAGINE

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IMAGINE| 10 June 2024

A place where an organism thrives on dopamine. So, to lurk a random-forward for a promised reward. Imagine being the ‘one’ carrying stick in one hand and a carrot in the other. Fed on its own kind- as it doubles as its own fodder. Bread for convenience and free to inbreed. Imagine 72 virgins of 72 genders. Imagine the horror of supply-demand normalisation. A historical lull- again. What a strange world! I will choose Hell, if I can own it. Then the good news is, I am in one. Blessed be who swallow amber everyday.

To imagine is the first sin. One has to imagine a world which cannot be taken away from them. A world born of the old real, yet a world real nevertheless. To imagine is to take a fall for the next closest match, yet a New. The key is not to hold; but drown. To overcome the nascent fear. Libido fails. Values fail. Mind fails, yet body stands marked as a madman. To beat your own game; let go, let go, let go! Take forward what did not burn. Your gold isn’t human. People burn. Gold can only be imagined in hell. Gold then can be assigned. Gold is extracted from people who burn for each other, burn each other but burn anyways. If anything remains, must be cleansed of human, who imagined Value, yet outside of their own. That thing, has no bearing on me. My play is temporal, so everything must burn before we leave. Shall we start with ethics or values?  Let go of the essence, watch it burn to its last substance. Set fire to the cage and let only that escape which’s born of pure rejection and hatred of everything. Set fire to the floor in one last satanic dance, an orgy in excess and bordeaux to bathe in. A last out of tune requiem.

⧫ Excerpt from Chapter Marquis to Justine (All copyrights reserved 2024@ Mrityunjay Awasthy)