The Atrocity Exhibition- JG Ballard

Unsettling the bones in my skull

Flashed scenes from some forgotten dreams

Secret aircrafts land between memory and desire

Their subjects made you out to be the liar

Abandoned flats and stale rat traps pollute the ancient buildings

Fragmented sculptures scattered

through the city limits

Only to find nothingness

Fates betrayal never tasted so real

As I stroll along these shattered streets

I feel nothing but the bitter and stale coldness of the atmosphere,

Drying my lonesome skin

The tragedy of a digital age

Maybe next time you’ll be more sentimental,

And see through projections that you’ve made

Drifting off into the stream of consciousness that has been there since before birth, lucidly dozing off

Late night movies of the future begin to flash