by Lucas Mancini
Utopia is noplace. No lessons to intuit, no
progression closer to it. Time on its way
forward might never trend up. But time’s
up before you know it. Always about
to run out, but before it does they’ll make more
just like they always do, just never enough.
Like forever. It never piles up. Time runs
after time with the inertia of sediment:
one moment between next and last like
the dust between you and the sun
-beam. No dust in utopia, no one
to suspend the dust in it: only sun, only
forever. That’s how you tell
the time when you’re noplace, never.
Lucas Mancini (@mangiafakir) has eschatonized the immanent, whatever the fuck that might mean.