we hangout remotely with pretend friends we share these moments all alone we strive for virtue virtually self-promoting these stage clothes
we search for soul in every blue forgotten room and they wont know us at all
once a moment of nostalgia now forms a sharp repressing cast abstraction evolves from past lives renewed through change in latitude we leave behind empathy
darling, you know me but I don't know you at all
fifteen minutes of fame (all day long) self-image we created (self-delusion) fingertips paint the screen my children will have to teach me and I won't know them at all
in solitude we long for union in union we sell for collected change but how will I miss you if you won't go away?
darling, you know me but I don't know you at all
no longer intimate no longer physical so I don't know you at all
\"Hello. These are the things left behind in your wake: distraction, disconnection, conformity, waste, irrelevance, debt, narcissism, regret, disease, isolation, and bodies.\"