Quotes
We were two weird undead individuals walking down the street on the third level of a luxury city at twilight; the sun was setting. The last rays of the sun were trying with all their strength to penetrate the city fort, the city walls, and the buildings. Sometimes it seems difficult even for the sun to puncture the city, with the enormous buildings, the lights, holograms of all shapes and sizes (the small ones, the building-sized ones), the city’s moving objects, the animated signs, the streetlights (the horizontal ones and the vertical ones), the trains, and the flying machinery. It seems that even the sun is exhausted from the task. But giving up is not an option on “her” behalf, for tomorrow is another day . . . and another day . . . and another day . . . and . . . Until when?
Up, up, up I go, up where the market ends and there is no soul.
Lonely, confident, and secure I feel. Dramatically I stare into the void.
Cigarettes: one and then another I smoke, but illness hasn’t come to pass.
I file my thoughts and reflect on my past.
The future is unknown, eternal almost, and prolonged.
In silence, I stand and observe the air in dramatic gestures. I inhale.
But alas, from the depths of still appears a group.
Human-robots inhumanly desire to imitate life.
They drop, push, shove; they roughly try to make love,
Useless and shameless, giving in to illogic and madness.
Down, down, down I go. Rapidly, the floor and I intensely and emotionally collide.
End up with a hussy flirt named Dance, as I wished I’d reached my climax and then crapped my pants.
It’s all very dense, misty, and mystical. Three significant levels of society in three residential districts dominate the city.