I wrote a book I wrote chapters and articles In the era of screens and AI. I don’t have a TV That tells me what’s Acceptable. I don’t dye my hair, My genetics is expressing itself. Advertisements
Career as a gloomy destiny And a sweaty work to do. The stress of articles Highlighting its importance Demotivate me And put water on the burning glamour of living in the lab. What is fun and pleasure Has to be a smart move. I refuse.
My monster wants to look forward It craves for novelty and answers, For stories well told. I feed it articles and newspapers, The opulence of the Internet makes him choke. It rests when my questions are set And written down for walking to tomorrow.
Magazines with clothes and fashions accumulate fast on my table as the reading is quick and big images fill my eyes. Their suggestions for my life do not go very far. Dense articles with complex images remain in my mind and raise questions days after having them in my hands.