What am I?
"Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, ‘Why, why, why?’ Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand."
I am one who has come unstuck in time. I have existed for two decades, and had nothing to show for it apart from three or four broken hearts and a scattering of short stories.
Despite my wildest imaginings, my feet remain rooted to the ground in a strange and foreign land known to most as [ˈkantəbəri ]. I flew here on the wings of a Malaysian plane, clinging to the armrests and wondering how I had gotten there and where I was going.
A lot of the time, it feels like the internet is how I live and breathe:
like I live through the transoceanic cables that connect me to the rest of the world, as though they were those creepy tubes coming out of me as I lay dead asleep in a hospital bed.
You’ve reached a record of Aiza M’s brain wave activity, a worded EEG transcription of her stream of (un)consciousness. A word of caution: hold on to whatever dregs of sanity with all your might.