Fast Felt
A fast delivery of ready-to-believe, wonder-free reality arrived first. One tap. Pre-packed. Door-dashed. Pre-chewed. Impatiently, without waiting for an alternative, you swallowed it whole. Fast-feel became the norm.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
After the Great Optimisation a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
ABOUT
This standalone poem is a fragment of my dystopian fantasy collection The Hush Halo, where poetry, soundscapes, and visual art converge into one unfolding tale.
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This is just one piece of the puzzle. Feel free to learn about My Why and My How. All ‘Making of’ posts can be found at My Headspace.





I can't help but feel the joyful 'snass' from your words here ... snappy sass = snass. :-)
The convenient replacing the meaningful.
The easy replacing the hard fought.
Nobody values anything anymore.
Your voice has such a sense of musical fairy tale. I adore it. Thank you for sharing these.