Look, don't touch. Sit and stare for hours, unconsciously drooling on yourself. Look with short attention span eyes. The image disappears, and a new one replaces instantly. No time to notice the imperfection, create what you didn't see in your mind and reject the rest. The electrical outlet is the modern vagina. Metal touching metal, cold and hard. Insertion into the exciting prospect of watching people who aren't people, but after the initial spark comes the stupor. Spend your life just watching, my little voyeur, from behind the glass. Distract yourself from it, from what I know is leaking out as you deteriorate. I'll keep it and remember who you were.