If all our antecedents

Were uncovered in due time, awkwardly positioned

Remains opposite still humming machines

Having gradually been gassed

Over a constant and secure

Wifi connection

We would not change our burial rites

To ceremoniously offering bitcoin

To the lords of the underworld or

Our final mortal clearing of the browser cache

One last time before the penultimate shutdown

We would stand

Vacantly disabused of all notion

Of civilization

And mourn ourselves

For not being enough.

Wu Hsin has no intended outcomes in

The offering of these words,

Just as water is unconcerned

Whether or not

It quenches thirst.

– The Lost Writings of Wu Hsin


Image and Writing credit:

Zena Nicholson