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When I came to this paradise I passed through a portal into an old world…A dimension of simplicity and dirt…

Post-post-modern-ity-infinity
Another self-portrait

It occurred to me that modern development discards me.

When I came to this paradise I passed through a portal into an old world…
A dimension of simplicity and dirt…
Slowly it transforms according to the plans of the modern imbecile…
Starting to resemble the developed web of concrete boxes I thought I left behind…

Maybe this is not the most advanced that we have been on this planet?

I (it) might be the most regressed actually…
Imbalanced… and weak…
To depend on artificial sources of power… energy… nutrition…
To consent to polluted mental and spiritual energy…
To disconnect meaning from the #language of Nature… Power… Truth…
To confuse the symbols on the path to bliss…
To fear the gifts of joy, freedom, and love…

Lovers want to be punished…
Captors want to be loved…

A thief collecting the souls of cherished friends wants to be worshipped…
The angels blessing my bread and wine are scorned….

You sit looking awkwardly…
At a future that may not return.

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