The sky is dark. The
light is bright. The beat is pumping.
Images flash on screens
as fingers hack on keys, sending code through the ether of the
internet and back. Switches flick on and off as zeros and ones
transform into numbers.
Facades crumble as the
flaws in their logic are exposed, leaving empty skeletons of once
mighty behemoths. There is no truth out there, only appearances upon
appearances. A man-made madhouse where we can be as we were, and
everybody only sees what we show.
Tear away at the
perceived. Look underneath, to what's behind. There is nothing left
there.
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