Palaces of glass and steel; shining bodies for the dark beings they house. Lifeless in form, actions are executed with tireless repetition and remorseless ease. Souls’ shadows reflect faintly in the polished surface, pained in presence but terrified of flight. The machine hums, feeding on its own waning light. The process repeats.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
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