Tags

In an effort to make a bridge across fake destinations, this world has become a flock of floating stones. Shallow existence, debased wanderment, going places within and beyond every moment, momentous deeds, symphony of requiems. No height, no depth, no layers. Unquiet, impatient, indoctrinated, titivated, crawling and howling souls. No stomachs, only intestines. No humanities, only humans. No religions, only gods. No earth, only lands. No Is, only YOUs. The world of undefined variables. The shameless variables jumping out of classes and creeds, objects and subjects, functions or processes.

May the dinosaurs laugh soon on you, the extropians!