the world is setting behind the mountains, the digital is rising.
you hear the digital noise in the distance. at the end of the line you will call. your voice reminds of the whirring, the voice of someone calling to something he cannot see. the beginning as if a great fire is burning between the clouds. on the highest precipice, a spark of hope suddenly shines. for a moment, it seems to burn too. here we make our bed for eternity, we have awakened the machines and now we can go to sleep with confidence. the digital noise when i turn it on, i can hear it. the future, the way, call it what you will. as if this thing we fear were not so terrible. the digital noise only memory.
