In This Casino
In this Casino
you give
a little more
each time.
Attention.
Emotion.
Hours.
Hope.
And still
you are asked
for more—
to feed the bottomless hunger,
the insatiable thirst.
In this Casino
more is more,
but never enough,
until you are empty.
And then some.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
After the Great Optimization 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 of New Realm.
I AM SAMIA 👋
This is just one piece of the puzzle. Feel free to learn about My Why and My How.
Absolutely. Desires are, in essence, instincts of animals. When humans pursue them, sometimes they become even worse than animals.