Ad/Rot
- Jan 30
- 2 min read
Updated: Feb 4
would you like some air with
your advertisements,
everywhere
a touch of air? with
your daily dose of corporate
greed?
would you like a city
with the taurpaulin palace
housing you
a shower! of
paise in your chamber
of dust?
It's half off,
a black friday sale!
a hefty discount on
idle worship
you too can feel
the blessing of giving!
to someone other than
large-scale
thieves
you see,
your eternal kindness
from the pits
of your blessed,
grumbling gut
every day
fills the needs
of a crore course meal!
or,
would you like some peace?
a fingerful of peace?
with your monthly
subscription to hell
a touch, perhaps,
a non refundable free trial;
just a touch,
of the touch
of another
human
last time offer
to the irksome whisper
the screaming call for
life
but
do you like
your nothing of something?
with your mechanical void?
your closest comfort
your thirsty immortal confidante
alright. then,
here's the care label
with your purchase
of lies
when something rots
it means something has died.
-samjam
Ig i wrote this on 13 december 2025? or before. On that day, i took an auto to go to a shorewalk organised by this lovely organisation called Palluyir. anyway. it was like 6 am but it was so foggy, and a lot was on my mind. about pollution, about ugly ads stuck everywhere like a parasite (to the extent that new infrastructure has been brought to the city, beautiful metal artworks caging electricity boards i think, and even that is covered. sigh) anyway, ofc consumerism and corporate greed and ai as a replacement for human interaction and THE DAMN FACT that you dont get to OWN anything anymore. EVERYTHING IS A GODAMN SUBSCRIPTION. everything is connected to corporate control and "increasing shareholder value" it makes me want to PUKE. right what was i saying, this cycle always swirls in the back of my mind. i feel angry, powerless, and.... dumb. because at the end of the day, i dont know it all. for one, i want to be more informed. and two, even in parts where i am, i cant help but use the ai, buy the product, let the little piece of plastic give me joy. let the machine "Save my time". i hate it. i hate myself when i give in. im human. i never want to fully give myself to the rotting- of my intellect, of my feelings, of my humanity. it's hard now more than ever.
wtv, i'll figure it out. thank you for being here, human. i love us, and so i love you.
- 1 am sam - 04/02/26
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