no. 18

This is what it is to be in our time,
to be openly anonymous,
to hide nothing and in this exposure to be unseen.
Visible invisibility is visibly invisible.
I can see that you aren’t there
and never were.

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One Response to no. 18

  1. indytony says:

    This brings to mind something I thought of the other day – “If familiarity breeds contempt, what does anonymity spawn?”

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