Fant'sy flights of realism.

Time zones rolling under my wings.
Circadian rhythms dictating normalcy.
Stir the pot or else it rots.
Yet, still, I am the same.

Mirror, me?

I've learned that you are there, reading me.

What you see isn't what you are.

You can turn around the mirror.

It will be the same.

Cell Phone

Alarm, gotta work, need sleep.
The phone tells me the day.
I gotta work.
I pay for the privilege to be woken.
My phone, my life.
Slave V2.

End game.

Ultimate power comes from the control of communication.
Mainstream communication today is via the Internet.
Do you communicate with the Internet though a monopoly?