mogwai

one last figure ... standing on the other shore he cannot feel. speechless. verbal flu of all my silent desires. watch the man in the uniform: he pays attention to you. this attention is as vast as your country: infinite. they are close. but never that close. even if your bare skin is transparent to them. even if they make you disappear. maybe they are a fire. maybe you can burn as well. maybe you are just an illusion they can cancel. slow drum beats but still ... you have inscribed your resistance into them. you live in them. they have changed. they will not succeed because you have infected them. or maybe they will succeed because you infected them. after all you never know. we will bury the next sunrise.

::: boring sleep disturbs machines :::