a flickering gate at the end of my suffering. the digital mass trembling ruins hold the last piece of our memory. remember the transition to the new world. a new beginning. buried in the digital transformation. the screen shines the new promise in my face. but the more I hope towards infinity my body grows cold. it is a life of error of celebration and defeat. hope and destruction mummified and shining cold light. how long can you look inside until you are destroyed.
