avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Self-loathing abounds in normalcies’ ideals of disenfranchised whinings and echo chambers of proposed strength in contests of inactivity raised to levels of competition in portrayals of bed obsession through imposed tiredness and impassioned couplings

Brief encounters surpass all but desire’s performative drama and supplant permanence in all but simulated laziness’ acted wokenness

Encapsulated snowflakes penetrate through arias of forced unenlightenment amid mists of intrinsic hallucinations building separation fences from fear of authentic engagement

Dissimulation is become expectations’ accepted measure of success where single-track minds become deities to unthinking masses

Delusion no longer traps but frees you when mirrors are what you fear most

(Avi Sato, 2019)