Echo II.II - Work World
where am I?
The stubborn will to stay alive inside a mechanical world.
It failed.
It failed again.
Rebuilt as repetition.
Rebuilt as denial.
It keeps falling into its own architecture.
Trahir la Mère Nature.
Construire une seconde mère.
La dΓ©truire. Recommencer.
(Betray Mother Nature.
Build a second mother
just to kill her twice.)
I am the broken dream
whose substance was spent before it could speak.
I am the flood still waiting for its own resolution.
And yet I cannot answer even the simplest questionβ
Who are you? What do you want from this life?
The dreams dissolved beneath γγͺγ’οΌοΌοΌ
spider-like legs breaking into white.
Fille banale.
Maria opens her eyes slowly,
but the room is already drowned in muted darkness.
Circles tremble on the ceiling like dying halos.
β
FIRST DAY AT WORK.
This is not a story. Not even mine.It belongs to every child who once believed work was an extension of love.
