i got lost for several hours
watching videos on
the history of the first sega console
and then i watched another
on the atari jaguar, then the n64
and so on, and so on
one after another
spending time watching the history
of machines created and dedicated
to the fine art of killing time —
and these videos were all displayed
on a platform that was itself
designed to capitalize on the human
desire (love) for wasting time
but it is all art, really
all creation is wasting time
this is me, here, now, spending my time,
my currency, all that i have,
my attention, my life, my legacy
my time is yours,
my mind is yours…
i sat with her
on a bench, outside
we drank coffee
and saw the sun go down,
well, not directly,
the ball of fire, as it were,
descended somewhere outside
of our visual field, but there
was sufficient evidence of its
going down, so to speak
that i feel confident enough
in calling it a “sunset”
and so it descended,
somewhere in the sky, you know,
somewhere it went away from us
and the darkening earth ceiling
ushered us back, holding hands
to somewhere else, somewhere indoors
to a dwelling or as some might call
an apartment
where we then filled our faces with food
and then for a while, pretty long i’d say,
we talked and laughed, wasted time,
together,
spilled seconds, together
lost cells, together
fucking time,
fucked time, folding, fooling, feeling
you can have it…
it isn’t ours to spend
but it’s all we have
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