the_nearing_future Joana. Little time it is now to meet again One that carries me through the hours Riding them like horses drunken by speed Softly mumbled the words of disillusion Sharpely gliding through this ticking Once so, so slow, severe and deafening The icon lying under the frozen numbers Bore his name, clearly and unmistakedly And he glanced hopefully to the distance Thawing the hours in his passion Leaving them recklessly behind Entangled in the icy night-whisks Racing on a pale silhouette The clouds and constellations closer The swirls and obstacles inert *Waiting is worse when it's so close to end* 010622 ... monadh rushing like a tide rolling in our time is fleeting our moments we shape and bend the future is full of expected surprises 010622 ... baby satan let's all join hands and die. shall we? 010623 ... unhinged air planes buses big cities new people new teachers aaaahhhh 010623 ... black-dyed gel product Where's my hover car dammit!! George Jeston lied to me yet again!! 010624 ... dB We were lied to by TV, and the industrial revolution. The future stopped happening in 1956. Before then, the sky was the limit, we could make a machine for anything. Then they invented the semi-conductor. Wich in itself is a great thing. But all production in the technology sector went into producing and improving the semi-conductor. Making it smaller and more pure and finding new applications for it. Whole sub-industries rose and fell trying to make these tiny ceramic centipedes. Rather than imagine and create, knowing no bounds, our focus fell on these little chips and has not moved since. 010625 ... fallenhero lied to once again, sucks doesn't it? Ever seen the movie 2001: A Space Odessy? Do you see people (besides those lucky peopel at NASA) flying around in space? I don't quite understand why the soundtrack to the movie was classical music, that's Stanley Kubrick for ya. 010625 what's it to you? who go blather from