NOT JUST A CALL | VICTORIA

I’m on the phone with Victoria from Medical — she’s helping me find a therapist. California’s footing the bill, ‘cause technically, I’m living under the poverty line. This is the sole reason why our world is going down the drain! This is the fucking punctuation mark: poets are disconnected, shadow-banned and cast aside as wordsmiths in the age of emojis. Courtesy of the DIGITAL ABYSS. Of course, then the Humanoid Subspecies thrive like lice. The poets must irrigate the channels of communication, influence the artists and the public at the same rate. I am definitely not depressed, but ecstatic.. at the top of my game. I solely want to probe into the therapy industry as someone who has mapped the civilisation’s psyche from caverns to virtual halls.