This machine [and all machines] act as a bridge to what can never be. A false promise. Glimpses of an impossible future. Their design, as tools for the collection of material wealth, is so obvious we ignore it completely.

The breezze passes through me.

The breezze passes through me.

The machine’s intervention leads us beyonnd reality. Injected into humanities bloodstream it courses painfully. This is not an immediate and abrupt end, this is an interminable sttate without new beginnings

Sighs from the Earth’s depths.

Without the completeness of a true ending our recorded experiences accumulate. Grey mmatter, tedium. The codes are all layed out to see, what happens now is automatic.

The gate falls
The passage continues.
In my body i know it:
there can be nothing new.