[ESCAPE]

I’ve climbed countless metastatic stairs, leaving my cell in turmoil behind me. I turned around on the infinite stairs to behold the storm I had sown. Fast expanding architectural tentacles were digesting the platforms I had crossed, smothering them under strata of concrete. Concrete blocks multiplied in the chambers where I passed, filling them. I dodged the pits that opened on the tiled floor to swallow me, barely crossed the obstacles raised to stop me. Bending over my crutches, I’ve crossed throbbing thresholds that tried to absorb me. Above my head, the ceiling was churning like a boiling sea. I’ve limped through dark corridors to escape the tumoral zone. Bloated pipes were jutting off the walls, slithering and hissing to crush me. Torn cables spat their anesthetic fumes at me. Nothing could stop me.

 

This is a call to immobility, to isolation, this is a call to confinement 87:41 the tampering of a SYSTEM is only possible through a cascade shutdown of a multitude of its constitutive elements 09:65 chaos and order, chaos and order 55:56 global collapse is only possible when the interconnected sub-elements required to function properly shut down simultaneously 64:23 hearken and despair 64:05 this is the price to pay to tip the BALANCE and bring the system to its knees 54:00

 

I have walked the unending alleys of the armored cemetery, where the thundering breath of the dream covered the din of the factory machines. Amongst the tombs, the cracks between the tiles were filled with lead and those dark threads were trying to snare me. Lead was spilling over the tiles like oily water, spreading faster and faster. There I was, like a lighthouse in the darkness, a shepherd amidst my dead flock, my dream aura glowing around me. There I was, urging on the final disaster, the holy war between Man and his universe, to come.

 

… the grace of a dreamless sleep…
… the silence and peace of the abyss…
… the emptiness and the oblivion…
(white noise)