I am supreme leader

… so you think

I am a nobody fading away. After guys actually landed on the moon when they were believed didn't, I lay on this flat earth that was actually a round world, newborn and somehow (un)aware that I will merely be another of countless faces in yet another forgettable generation, wriggling away to a lifetime like everyone else, and almost no one else cares beyond themselves.

For the world is so beautiful, and we are still nothing compared to all of it.

My amnesia growing up kept me ignorant of the relentless eugenics around me, as I joined everybody else in worshipful awe of the miracles of our little island, our diminutive heroes out there valiant amidst an Earth humanity of giants with crushing feet, and titans with uncaring stomp 🦶 and stature. Only long later into adulthood did I notice how bland, image buffed up, and mortally imperfect they were, but this is a humanity built upon the inertia of being ever right and idealistic and perfect, a pathology of never real, begrudgingly admitted when confronted true.