I am none.

From fear of being obsolete. From fear of losing creative control. From fear of being unoriginal. From fear of being irrelevant. From fear of devaluation. From fear of losing my human touch.

I am none.

Oh the irony… we have designed our own demise. We have sided with the enemy… in our arrogance. There is a deficit in our memory. We have been here before.

And now…

... we have doomed ourselves to a primal re-education.