gm nostr, i wrote a new poem today!
3,000 sats to the best interpretation 😂
Title: THERE IS SO MUCH INFORMATION
“My subconscious picks up pixel arrangements like the migrant labor lifts red leaves into their perfect trash bags, my brain being the bag, my leaves are all torn up. They seep out in a pulp when I sleep, and I wake up screaming Fuck! These leaves of mine, these cursed pixels, these sigils which ineluctably attract themselves to me, while scrolling, or just swiping, or just looking. For He is always watching, He who records everything, to be whelved away and kept safe for all to see in this life or the next.”
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Hi and PV fren 🍀☀️🤙
Here is my interpretation:
It looks like you need a break. A break to rearrange your priorities. A break to refocus. A break to recharge your batteries. A pause to decide which pixels you see and which ones you filter so that a clear image is created for you 😊🫂!
The poem explores the interconnectedness of our experiences, the enigmatic nature of dreams, and the belief in a transcendent force that holds and preserves the tapestry of our lives. It invites reflection on the significance of our experiences, the hidden meanings they may carry, and the potential for greater awareness and understanding of ourselves and the world around us. The HE is you. Your subconscious mind, awaiting the moment for you to unravel the pieces all around you, so that you can gain meaning… uncover the wisdom and allow the picture to come fully into frame. The beginning of the Heros journey.
What she said
