My name is (Blank) I am a zombie.
I hobble through the streets being exactly what I am told to be, there is no escape from this one way street. I must keep walking forward.
I am unable to choose an option that does not currently exist, I am not a visionary, I am not a problem solver, I am a drone. A robot of the world.
Watch me do what I was programmed to do, and watch me break.
In a world of robotic minds there is no murder, there is no theft, there is no revenge, there is only the dismally bland truth that there is nowhere to go but where we are told we are going.
Advice from the lost mind of an old man who never strolled through the grass.
Be adventurous and try new things, accept the changes you're too afraid to make, they will eat you alive and spit your brittle bones onto the cold pavement you lived your life following. People will walk by, but they won't know who you are, they won't even wonder, they'll get to their jobs, to their homes, to wherever they think they are going and inevitably find themselves exactly where you are now. A name stolen by the breeze, a few simple words screaming desperately for someone, anyone, to just lay beside you and listen.
