Subway As Labyrinth
Written By Matthew Shadbolt
Subway as labyrinth. A limbic space between down here and up there. Down there and up here. Nowhere and a katabasis of know…ing. The bull pulls us from sleep, alarm ringing, train cars screaming as the rat king gnaws at the crust in our eyes. The flies of the down here are already devouring the bull’s eyes, now in eternal sleep but far from restful. No-one seems to notice anything any more. The detail of life lost in the wombic glowing embrace of device. Stepping over the horror of life as we choose instead the horror of like and subscribe. Distracted and ourselves distraction. The bull will bleed out, become bone and blow away in the dust. Just as our attention already has.
Laboratory One
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