I have been a shadow walking from the flames. I have felt nothing and seen ten million children piled on a heap. And silence but for a n eerie whistle through the air. And into the monstrosity are an infinite number of precious dreams and hearts burst at the seams, transparencies and transparencies that try to build a new city. Hopeless shadows that I have walked with! Tell me in your ancient, forbidden language what city we will build in the future?

"Tell me generations of war, what do you say to us now? What continuities do we break to exit the cycle of your mad laughter?

"World of pale, green hospital rooms where the dying escape to seek, for one last time, the good Earth. They huddle and meditate under the thin tree on a sorrowful death made by madmen. The sorrowful dead realize at the last moment that they had faith in death rather than life."

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