She is the same girl I saw yesterday.

I compete with myself—
it’s an addiction.
Anger rises as I stare at the reflection;
she’s the same girl I saw yesterday.

Like an addict,
I crave my fix, impatient.
Addiction can destroy,
and this one is no different.

Slowly,
it turns me into a machine of desire,
a symbolic creation, engineered by the social system—
engineered by capitalism’s relentless demand for more, more, more: faster, better, more efficient.

—until the reflection in the mirror no longer belongs to me,

but to the system that designed it.

And as we transform,
it’s not the machines that will take our jobs—
but rather, us turning into them,
devouring the world
in our pursuit of endless progress.

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