As an organism, I’m tied to natural
rhythms, natural scales, natural life cycles.
And I sit in my concrete home, watching sci-fi
LED technology, drinking a liquid
synthesised in a tank, which I’m not sure really
is an actual drink, although the flavour is
supreme. So I wonder where does reality
come in? That I am natural, I rely on
the sun to make my food, the air to breathe and fresh
water to sustain me. I wonder when all the
pollution will fog out the sun or burn me up,
when my lungs will kill me or when there’s no longer
a treatment to make water safe. Then I’ll regret
my self-centred, miss-spent life. Then, and only then.