![]() I greet you today with this splendid uplifting message, which in this process of preliminary marination of our imagination will prepare us, (I hope), at least a little for today's study trip to the land of aesthetic technomancers. ![]() Passage through this multi-stage agony.Ĭall me a wave, which undercuts the legs of hope. Where greenery and pedestrians live in harmony with the city. Let's go, no one calls, let's find a place that's healthy Wherever I look, a box, a plate, a cabinet greets us with a creak and a crash. Our eyes and ears bleed from the excess of engineering. A collage of grayness and yellow punctuated by screams. Squealing, moaning, screaming of the city. I hear the hum of tires, the clatter of horror's brakes. I hear the clatter of signals.Ī concrete basket, a pole, a tilted prohibition sign. Is that a distant glow? Is that a city encircled by transit?Īnd the descent into the tunnel, where one descends to hell's pit. I looked up to the sky, by forest of poles and cables bound. ![]() The dusk descends, nowhere park nor beauty to be found, The suv plunges into concrete, columns it wades through.Īmid the wave of tracks, amid the flood of traction, ![]() I sailed into the dry expanse of ocean blue, ![]()
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