AI generated art: The day after 13 (after the nightmare what?)
Born and raised in a small appartment, you learnt to be scared of the outside world, never really got in touch with the land the grass the roots and the fruits that feed you and produce your air, the machines always have been your company
Pale skin tired eyes, work and fun through the same pale window, your screen.
You gasp for a touch, you crave for air, for open spaces behind your walls, you need a voice and a face without a microphone and a camera in between.
Your friends are strangers, your boss a stranger too in some other part of the planet too far for you to ever reach.
When you were young noone told you you have a right in the world behind your doors, or in joy and in leasure in happiness and friendship.
Your spouces chosen by some foggy authority who makes the matches that would give the best new human machines... You dont remember how it was to be a child, you dont know how it is to be an adult, you cannot claim humanity its forbidden.
The day after the big destruction will be the only chance of a real choise you will ever get.
Grab on those strange night dreams of another reality unknown and happy you have every night, which you were adviced to call nightmares and make a wise choice.
I love you!
April 29 2022
