Anchor Pt. I



My anchor is pulling me under with the weight of my arrogance, my need to escape. These pay off the ransom posted by my sense of community. This is the consequence of choosing not to feel, choosing to dissociate.

I’ll bury this truth, for they preach a gospel which none may refute while we’re ushered, out of sight, behind the blue curtain.

While we try to find the common ground between ourselves and what keeps them in the lead, they’ll write the rules by which we play and we’ll have to trust in them. We’ll find we are the problem here. Why aren’t you satisfied? Why aren’t I?

With these last words, the flood converges on my ears and lungs. My brothers, still beneath me, suspended by chains they forged. The water is clouded with decay. The water will serve as my grave.

Above, the Fittest numb their sorrows as practiced. Dissociation came in time for them while they tried to find the common ground between ourselves and what keeps them in the lead. It never matters what we believe when our innocence is lost.

While we try to buy more time, we lament the offerings which we gave so willingly.

Bow down to the god of shame.

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Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by John Manning
Engineered by Ethan Walls and John Manning
Artwork by Nikita Cojam

The first part of a collective which will be released piece by piece as time allows.

Anchor, Pt. I (Single Version)

The second part of the Anchor story. In Pt. II, our narrator has been sentenced to drown after outliving his usefulness to the authoritarian government for which he works. Surrounded by other individuals who suffered the same fate in the grave around him, he passes out as the floor breaks beneath the water, and all trapped in the grave are swept away. The narrator awakes at the end of a sewer, surrounded by pollution and by birds used for surveillance by the government. With his lungs waterlogged and his back bleeding from his attachment to the floor in his previous location, he passes out as he watches unfamiliar figures approach. Waking up once more, the narrator finds that he's pierced by hundreds of needles, connecting him to machines that he doesn't understand as he's reassured by one of his rescuers.

Anchor, Pt. II

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