I was being controlled, by all threads and labyrinthine tributaries of the MEDIA TORRENT.
I became the TORRENT.
I became the victim of my own conception of The Post Reality Show.
I had designed a terrifying Machine that output its FEED from MY Brain,
which pulsed + pulsed with endless repetition to the Clock:
right through my desktop, through me, like an open vessel for the FLOW,
I no longer possessed the faculties to turn off the Tap.
which pulsed + pulsed with endless repetition to the Clock:
I could no longer THINK.