The End of Shock and Awe.
Suited-up pockets of gas flatulate from hired stages.
Sparks, whistles, and fury, meant to bind attention.
Once I believed the spectacle.
Now I only see tiny actors waving shadow puppets on the wall.
We look away.
They vanish.
#LianderWasHere #UnmarkedTime #NoSignal
The Final Time I Spoke Without Need.
They asked what I believe.
I opened my mouth.
Nothing.
Not silence. Just mindful indifference.
Belief is another tether.
A weight to carry.
To defend.
To explain.
I had none left.
So I said nothing.
And walked on.
#LianderWasHere #UnmarkedTime #NoSignal
The Last Debt I Paid.
Not with money or labor.
But rather
with attention
with belief
with agreement
with participation.
Then I realized
The only thing I really owed
was the idea
that I owed anything at all.
I let that go.
And no one came to collect.
#LianderWasHere #UnmarkedTime
#NoSignal
The Day the Clock Stopped Counting Me.
At some point
I forgot to check.
No alarm. No countdown.
No schedule holding me back.
I simply moved without it,
and it moved on without me.
Light shifted. Birds passed.
No one even noticed I was out of time.
#LianderWasHere #UnmarkedTime
#NoSignal
Liberty, When She Appeared
She said nothing.
Asked nothing.
She moved like wind over water;
no trace, no demands.
She did not look back.
She did not wait.
I followed without following.
Moved without needing a movement.
And into that stillness
I leapt.
#LianderWasHere
#UnmarkedTime
#NoSignal
The Moment the World Stopped Looking
I walked through the checkpoint.
No ID. No pause.
No one stopped me.
I was not invisible. Just a thing outside the frame.
What the system does not recognize it simply lets pass.
And in that gap
I found my muse, Liberty.
#LianderWasHere
#UnmarkedTime
#NoSignal
Reflections of an Untethered Mind:
The First Time I Did Not React.
They shouted. I felt nothing.
No defense. No answer.
The storm passed through me.
They looked confused. Then afraid.
A person who does not move is not a person to them at all.
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