Cultured, society has gathered here today, to renounce its place and erect its own. Our growth has propagated, migrated towards an artificial medium. Feasting upon its own end. Electrical impulses re-route the impedance, images flood the imagination, it looks so beautiful from behind the glass. This technological faraday cage blocks her signal, virtual incantations disguise emotional degradations. Truth, a window best left closed, warmed by the connection, this interconnected hum, the day that know one ever spoke again.
Image by: Nina Geometrieva