“Liquid childhood” interesting what that conjured up for this reader.
I rarely remember dreams anymore and they are never about the past anymore…used to be. But now they are of some unnamed future and often I don’t even recognize me in the dreams…
At my older age, I surrender to sleep and let it do whatever it wants with me.
Really good write here PAR. You bring us along with you, but not just as observers, more like participants.
j.

Wow… like this
” Sleep is a gesture,
a ritual of disconnection,
but the dream is the saboteur of silence.”
Enjoyed this poem Par

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Riveting imagery, written as only you can my friend. Simply amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Inspiring, transcending, mesmerizing, infinite. I’m hooked. PARland sounds mind blowing.

The liquid form is the most adaptable and dangerous of all, so we must keep our emotional liquidity under surveillance.

What an amazing and truthful piece. This word is fucked! Brilliance is written all over this piece. Great work my friend.

Wow, what great metaphor in this.
The state of politics and the state of journalism.
And we fall for it all and go after the bait and get caught in the net of despair and anger.
Really strong writing…telling it like it is, reminds me of The Beats.
j.

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, next level amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

‘The networks cast shiny bait, baits of likes, likes, promises.
And we, shoals of scattered attention, dance to the beat of their haste.

Coherence? An extinct luxury, like fossils of ethics in digital museums.
Everything is fragment, everything is instant, in a feed that never returns.

Time is no longer a line—it is a loop, an eternal scroll, without digestion.
Thinking has become an obsolete gesture, feeling, a notification.’

Today’s essential thought, set within thinking out of the normal box – forever welcome. Focus on the might be will.. the other has had its day – perhaps?