i have no place in this world. i can't decide and i can't let go. there is an echo in my ears, a buzz of thousand strangled vain dreams, and it is boring me to death. there is an endless repetition, of images, of sounds and of words, they tell me what to do and tell me what to think. it's violence in its purest form cause they won't make me bleed. instead they whisper of potential - the most devious of all humanity's inventions. they make you choose, you have to choose. and you think you have a choice.

what we are doing is slowly forgetting. a time will come when we won't be able to exist because we won't remember how to. people will look at each other not knowing what to say or do. we will see but we won't know what we are seeing. then we will forget how to see. whole cities will scream in fear and despair the most terrifying screams of all, the sound of humanity's oblivion. shadows of our former selves, we will be unable to move. lonely figures in the streets, we will slowly starve to death. that will be the utter defiance of need - the essence of existence. thus we will have mocked life and we will have finally become what we always greedily desired.