Effluvia

We were produced by the system as effluvia of the system. As rejects of the system. As run offs of the system.

We were made by the system as the so-called unsystematic. As of no ostensible use to the system. As being supposedly unwanted by the system.

But we were still creatures of the system. We’re still the system’s specimens.

And the system keeps us on. I’m not sure why, but it does. For entertainment? For amusement? Maybe we have some role after all.