Sleepwalking into dystopia

It is I Sam I Am / Sleepless Dystopian
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Step inside Sleepwalking into dystopia, curated by Sleepless Dystopian, the restless domain of marketing mentalist, poet and writer Sam I Am. Here, the mission is singular: to prise apart the tangled latticework of a world shaped by manipulation, persuasion, and the invisible power of those who dream up the architectures of control—a podcast dedicated to dissecting reality through prose, satire, art, mentalism, opinion, and heated debate. Some days, the format fractures and reforms as raw creative energy—a fugue of original prose, fragments read aloud as if they had always lived in the cracks between waking and sleepwalking. Other times, the current twists political, the mood sharper: unpicking the layers of media framing, the manipulations of big business, the sleight-of-hand performed by politicians as they orchestrate narratives meant to keep us docile and compliant. Welcome to the conversation; the rules were written for you, but here they are torn apart. Join and follow on my Facebook page today facebook.com/sleeplessdystopian join us @sleeplessdystopian.com A free community and platform for writers of dystopian, cyberpunk,and speculative fiction, and nonfiction. Refuge for the vigilant insomniacs. We chart digital dystopia armed with words. Our narratives counter algorithms designed for outrage fuelled engagement. Unpicking architectures of undue influence, coercion and controlof the attention and intention economy.Finding meaning through storytelling as resistance.cyberpunks sleepless in dystopiawith a pinch of chaos magick👺this could be fun

  1. Fwd: #}

    May 24

    Fwd: #}

    The aim is to becomeotherbut not elsewhereto plant many seedsthat things may growThey won't see it comingIf you get it rightso right it must benot meanbut with intentionwhile attention is distractedbecome the alchemistdance with Danusee the Moonbathe in her gloryin mother earths forestdrink her waterlay by her fireand then these words hold mean[ing]and then its worth the ink.but only if you do itand you understandthen your power and your gloryare spoken of in silenceonly then are you becomingonly then you'll never end

    2 min
  2. decode

    Mar 28

    decode

    do not listen to this while driving or operating machinery of any kind. its time to decode Join sleeplessdystopian.com A free community and platform for writers of dystopian, cyberpunk,and speculative fiction, and nonfiction. Refuge for the vigilant insomniacs. We chart digital dystopia armed with words. Our narratives counter algorithms designed for outrage fuelled engagement. Unpicking architectures of undue influence, coercion and controlof the attention and intention economy.Finding meaning through storytelling as resistance.cyberpunks sleepless in dystopiawith a pinch of chaos magick👺this could be fun

    9 min
  3. wisdom of wisdom fools

    03/03/2024

    wisdom of wisdom fools

    If I say the god I believe in doesn’t carry a brief case And the devil is in need of a shave If I dare to ask the question  Will you stop me and tell me to behave If I question every answer If I fold beneath the sheets If my soul is eaten with cancer Will you still believe  I take up arms so defensive I take up position so wide I act not to be offensive I act until I die My god needs no worship No slavery in sight No servants at the door No widows plight  I take up arrows of good fortune And plunder what is left Of your sanctions comes my thunder Of you love I am bereft Stolen from me before birth  I reach out and yearn Taken from what I’m worth But in you I never learn  Take up arms of good sorrow Spears turn into earthly tools In your yoke I will borrow The wisdom of wisdom fools I look now for life’s long lesson And find it lacking in plain view I beg forgiveness for my transgression I wish your judgement were not true I wish now for an answer A way to make it all worthwhile Take god away this cancer  And put back my childish smile Finding meaning without reason Finding reason where meaning once stood No changing within the season  No words that come out good I ask now for the guidance To find a way through it all I ask now not for your silence I ask now not to let us fall

    3 min
  4. This thing we’re building

    08/20/2022

    This thing we’re building

    This thing we’re creating, it’s not natural but it comes from it. At least we used to be. Now we are part robot. And we don’t mind it. In fact We love it. We get withdrawals if we are moments away from it. This thing we’re building. It is not natural. It will suck the life out of everything and keep going. I would tell you to watch, but you won’t miss a second. You’ll click replay. Because that’s what you like. And they know it. They knew it before you did, and that is the scary thing. At least it should be. But you don’t seem bothered. You never really do. As long as you can get your rocks off. And play your role. It’s panto. And your happy. And so am i. If I don’t engage, I am shunted. If I do, I am de-framed. So, I do. But I don’t. but I so do at times. We all do. There is no point denying it, when we don’t, for the longest while, we find contemplation. And things growing we never noticed before. And then we reach out for it, its all over again. They paint algorithms with our lives so that we live on eternal. And we wonder why mother has left the building. She might not be going for a pack of cigarettes this time. And we know we are right. But we are easily distracted and hypnotised by machines. I am robot. Photo by Alex Knight: Visit sleeplessdystopian.com to read more of my work

    3 min
  5. sometimes it goes the other way too’

    08/15/2022

    sometimes it goes the other way too’

    people say they are going to go dark and they don’t mean it they say they are disconnecting, going off-grid but it is all just utter b******t and I am no different I mean clearly look at me typing into a computer to write a post on my website to share on social media in the vain hope that someone might be in some way touched by it Narcissist that I am But I would love to be a painter A sculptor For then I would not touch high definition As I would be touching on life So, I would like to go off-grid Buy some woodland Live off the land And be a good neighbour and caretaker to all the beings that live within it Grow my own food But only some of this will happen and not in the rose-tinted way I would like them to And some things won’t happen at all And I will have to be okay with that Because one day we all go You will go, I will go, everyone will go from this world into another And we are so tied to this one that that process can be painful And can break our heart So let it It’s meant to Don’t be fooled by the Hollywood b******t endings There are no great speeches There are no grand finales And certainly, no encore for the likes of you and me Not this time so, living off the land sounds nice and we should all give it a go or at least die trying but in harmony with it, not the other way a million f****d up consciousness club together to buy a second-hand car and then drove it through your mall and the worst thing is you saw it coming, all along, and you were too paralyzed with fear about your own incompetence that it came true well, that’s the way it goes junior but remember what the film said “c” And then the line died,` and with it the party -- Photo by James Frid: Written and read by Sam I am from SleeplessDystopian.com

    4 min
  6. lost. Even to ourselves. Until we expire.

    06/16/2022

    lost. Even to ourselves. Until we expire.

    We court ourselves our entire lives. We are hardly getting to know ourselves and we disappear. The reality of that should hit home, but it doesn’t. It never does. We wonder at ourselves. Pity ourselves and are let down by ourselves far more often than we would like to mention. But it’s ok. We are only human. Whatever that is.  And so, the mystery continues. We are never quite where we think we are when we look to try and find ourselves. And we are always the same. But somehow different. We can sit and stare all day and yet never really be there. We can be lost. Even to ourselves. Only to realise we were meant to be thinking about nothing and not be lost in something.  Shadows dance across the periphery and bring smiles to our faces. And sometimes pain. But those versions of ourselves we remember but it is not quite us. It’s not quite who we recognise as the image we have painted in our minds. Bad or good it makes no difference. But it is seldom what we see in the mirror and recognise when we truly know who we really are.  And so, we project out. Because it’s easier. It is easier than doing the work and finding the answers. We can palm it off on the other guy and let him feel its retribution, so be it. In our disregard for human existence. We disregard our own. And yet we know it and we do it anyway because we are just too damn hard on ourselves. we didn’t ask for this. It’s not our doing. We’re just trying to survive the game. Until we expire.  So, we know so little by its end that we read it aloud. We search for meaning in the meaningless and pay over the odds for it. And it’s mediocre at best. Back of the postcard semiprecious platitudes make up for a lack of any discernible integrity. But yet we buy into it because we’ve got to find something to take the edge off. We need to find meaning.  They say that as you get older you start to settle into yourself. And it’s true. But you also look back at the older, or younger, versions of yourself and somehow you are unrecognisable, even to you And yet a grain of you was there all along. Which should be enlightening but it leaves you asking, “well if it wasn’t me there all along who was it and where have they gone?” And you are right to ask.  Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/macro-photography-of-brown-and-black-lost-cat-signage-on-black-bare-tree-159868/

    4 min
  7. This life

    09/12/2021

    This life

    This life This life, this life it hurts and sometimes  Sometimes the people make it worst Chasing, chasing words away  Chasing, I wish the words would stay  And inspire me  to find something else to do  And inspire me  to do something like you  But this life is what they put me through, they said Know your place son And get your homework done Learn the system of success  Don’t give in to sin, lest you will confess  This life  This life sucks out your soul  All pain, no angst no rock n roll Left dying on the road  History let’s your mind explode  This life will never let you rest This life will beat you at your best  This life, this life is a struggle from the start Lost in confusion of the heart  This life is all that’s left to give  This life is all I have to live  --- Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

    2 min
  8. Meaning

    05/20/2021

    Meaning

    A poem about meaning

    2 min
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Step inside Sleepwalking into dystopia, curated by Sleepless Dystopian, the restless domain of marketing mentalist, poet and writer Sam I Am. Here, the mission is singular: to prise apart the tangled latticework of a world shaped by manipulation, persuasion, and the invisible power of those who dream up the architectures of control—a podcast dedicated to dissecting reality through prose, satire, art, mentalism, opinion, and heated debate. Some days, the format fractures and reforms as raw creative energy—a fugue of original prose, fragments read aloud as if they had always lived in the cracks between waking and sleepwalking. Other times, the current twists political, the mood sharper: unpicking the layers of media framing, the manipulations of big business, the sleight-of-hand performed by politicians as they orchestrate narratives meant to keep us docile and compliant. Welcome to the conversation; the rules were written for you, but here they are torn apart. Join and follow on my Facebook page today facebook.com/sleeplessdystopian join us @sleeplessdystopian.com A free community and platform for writers of dystopian, cyberpunk,and speculative fiction, and nonfiction. Refuge for the vigilant insomniacs. We chart digital dystopia armed with words. Our narratives counter algorithms designed for outrage fuelled engagement. Unpicking architectures of undue influence, coercion and controlof the attention and intention economy.Finding meaning through storytelling as resistance.cyberpunks sleepless in dystopiawith a pinch of chaos magick👺this could be fun

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  • Creator
    It is I Sam I Am / Sleepless Dystopian
  • Years Active
    2021 - 2026
  • Episodes
    13
  • Rating
    Clean
  • Copyright
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    Sleepwalking into dystopia