my reality is virtual. at 9am i begin my day on  a computer.  i dehumanize into a switch-board cable. connecting pieces of technology that cannot communicate without my ability to reformat the information. i live in circuitry and anti-sunshine. my eyes become a monitor and a handset my mouth and ears. there is not product for me. no creation.

this is what the television trained me for.

nothing trained me for the unrelenting feeling of worthlessness. the dull ache of depression. this life is not human.