Product/HealthTech & some prose and poetry An Ordinary Delusion The choice, my friend, was always there. To breathe fire every night, from telly straight into that belly, and fight strawman demons, uninterrupted, inside. Or to wake up from the dream delusional, gasping for air clear enough to reveal an emperor with helluva spiel but no clothes. Each one of us, it’s true will choose our own hill, But it’s not too late I hope, my friend, to take the red pill.