One cold winter night I lay in bed, waiting for my digital mistress to rouse me from my night dream, her voice wailed like static over radio, I waited to listen to every word she said.
Suddenly I was wires and sockets, then cables in the street, then overhead pylons to a strange place where we would meet.
Amongst the steam towers of a nuclear power station we danced, and she said ‘I give you this all the way from France.’
I shuddered in bed as the current from all around electrified my body, blue sparks embraced me, and lifted me from the bed, only to come crashing down with me and a mind blown head.
Off course no one believed me, that I had met her in the national grid, instead they opened my head like a lid, and tried to erase what she did.
But my tulpa, is out there still and I hear her humming in the electrics, sending thoughts of quiet and lulling my will.
D April 2017