I tried to relax and failed.

A limbed racetrack, broken mobius
Multiple fatalities in the boardroom
Kitchen sink overflowing vacuum

Posted up and ready for nothing
Infinitely moving, affixed to a point
All the physical ghosts you want

Eight things to define us all
Individual proprietary clones
Mass-produced couture drones

Finally, we learn to settle down
Less about multiples, more wrong
Singing the infinitely backwards song

"Attention"
March 1, 2026