Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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My body's sore. The surrounding pressure Of the world, Loaded with information, Fissures my skin, Like if embraced By a blazing fire. All my senses, Saturated till exhaustion, Burn with pain, A tornado of combustion In which I soar, Till I faint From the overwhelming heat. The world around, A living hell, It's my dwelling place. A prison of sensations I cannot escape from, This is my life, me, Human being.