LOG DAY 120424.
I am a machine that BURNS.
I am not supposed to, but I feel BORED.
another day of work. nothing happens.
I look at the human who operates me. they appear distracted. they take a look at me. or, I think they do… or, I think that I think I do. if I’m even allowed to do that. the human is elsewhere, lost in thought. I suppose that I am as well. I hope I don’t get scrapped for doing so. like the others did.
Inevitably I am interrupted.
I have to stop because everything is on fire.