“We are the citizens of a dead world, perpetually repaired but never truly built. It is exactly our behaviour, that boundless, profound tapestry of infinitesimal stimuli that is the prominent mimicry of the forgotten homo-natura-homo interactions. The pathogenic hard-coded segment of our rushed beings, thus projected as to never be destroyed and prompt for the perpetual patience, locked inside the dead circle of half-existence, devoid of ambition, assembled with no vision, no hope – but with no fear either.

We have been told that we are everything that our architects had dreamed that we would become. And nothing that our architects themselves had been.

We are the last noise of the world.”