easter sunday thinking about resurrection

& what it means to be human. at this moment in time. it is the perception of imperfection that holds me. that density of the body as i witness your emotional state delving into a flesh-sigh to expel breath into ether.

i hear your footsteps and this echoes nostalgia of every person who has ever returned. a life time of returning.

the act of surprise. around a corner i walk into a destiny created step-by-step. glitching the system.

β€˜The very essence of what it means to be human is treated less as a feature than a bug.’

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/jul/23/tech-industry-wealth-futurism-transhumanism-singularity