Interview with an Anarchist Misanthrope – 2023
Who do I want to be? What do I want to do? I literally just want everyone to chill the fuck out and have a conversation.
Life is going too fast.
I don’t want to be remembered. I just don’t want to die.
I feel like I’m always supposed to be doing things?
I feel like I am being wasted.
If I blink I will be 82.
But I blinked and I was 9.

Fuck.
Having a conversation with myself. Like a twat.
A twat who only has herself. Until the end of time.
Wasn’t I supposed to be somewhere?
I speak to the stars like I am stuck in my own personal Truman show. They tell me life is not a movie.
What do they know? I am the main character, after all.
I just want to learn.
I could have had a peaceful life, but rich men keep trying to get to space. Maybe, when they colonise Mars, we could lock them out?
Y’kno as if the earth had a back door and a key.
My point was. I could have had a peaceful life but now I have to make change?
(Who is winning the race to extinction?)
I want to smash my phone into tiny little bits. It is so useful.
(I have not texted my friends back in months)
I want to make a pros and cons list.
But everything is fucking evidence these days.
How are you supposed to start a revolution with the FBI in your phone…
We complain the masses are uneducated, why is academia so inaccessible? Your journal article is BORING. I can smell the circlejerk it came from.
I think I am trapped.
Did your mother ever teach you about solipsism?
My mama taught me about socialism.
I dropped out of Harvard in 1999.
(I worry I am my father.)
I have spent so long looking up at the men who make the ground shake and the sky rumble that I never noticed those tip-toeing around my doorstep, is it too late to make a garden?
“No money in honey..” the neighbours wink at me from amongst their spring onion arm bundles. I think I missed the grocery store’s open hours again.
(I know I am my mother.)
I trip
Over my own tongue.
Where am I rushing to?
Think before I speak? Girl, do you have 5 minutes?
BOW BOW – wrong answer !
I recoil at my memories, the human experience is inescapable. I smile at the warmth of the future. Happiness will find me.
I hope you see me in your regrets.
(you are all of mine)
I am too busy saving the world to have time for your opinion.
Reddit: am I the asshole? I ignored my wife for the greater good and now she wants a divorce.
We need to start seafaring,
I want to make a pros and cons list but everything is fucking evidence these days.
I think housing should be free, so I have somewhere to cry about not being able to afford a house.
My bedroom is a sad place and life is so shitty I never want it to end.
Anyway- shut the door on the way out, please.
I’m trying to keep the bees in.


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