The Factory

The Screens catalog visual history

        First trip to camp

        Second week of school

        all the time spent with a video game controller in hand

Conveyor belts sort out mental consideration

       Feeling on things I should have said

       didn't say

       regretted saying

Over in the corner is a computer filled with plan and orders

       Future goals and accomplishments 

       Desires

       Dreams to be acted out and fulfilled

In front of me are a collectons of levers

all neatly labeled, all clearly controlling the complex machinery

My emotional cortex distilled into warhouse efficiency

I view the neural workshop from the vantage point of a simple desk

Looking over the factory's work, observing it's proces for a long as I have

the detailed records and the catalog moments

all presented with excruciating clarity

I consider

every minute of everyday

every cold winter and sunless morning

each rainy day and stale night

what would happen if the factory stopped?

        To what end would it be if I smashed the screens

        purged the ghastly images from record

what ease it would be to stall and break the belts

        forget my words and their worries

        what would meaning would shutting down all my plans, however grand or bland or unreal

But, looking down at my desk, placed right within my grasp

is a simple switch

and with a simple motion of the hand I could shut my factory down

I consider placing a hand on the switch

just to see how it feel

Just to see if I would