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¬ elewan|digital dysfunction / disintegration
we both use each other, and we are not on the outside yet.
three men sit and wave their books as they preach listen
to the books; we can't
read the pages thickened by moisture, merely drawing in a sense of an
very little is known: harmless enough but the uniformed personel capable
of going badly wrong...
so as a public figure that dislikes the glare of a disintegrating hell
who can blame me for looking at the flash itself when we got stuck in
this other dimension?
beauty and simplicity, the advent of cameras could make the city disappear.
somewhere near the toll we get a chance to capture parts of the last
century, a little corrupted and still no way out.
i get sick when i breathe in thousands of smouldering circuits, digging
through rubble falling from underneath, overwhelmed by a meagre sound
extremely silent, exposing the imperfections ugly humans create.
by the third week i begin to notice the more objective realities
in a distorted scene: now they are mine which means i have to reconstruct
them - not be horrified by them.
neither of us looks back to the ruins of the old world. we don't negate
or try to forget the past.