perished

adapt or perish, she said. future is an uncertain widow... then she handed me the glass of time. the moment possessed the distinct aura of immortality. then we talked about machines revolting against production. then we talked about the space of evil; that evil which always needs some space to become real. --- maybe the very nature of space is evil, one of them whispered. then the night made everything equal in the last hours of that day.

::: wir wissen ja nicht, weisst du wir wissen ja nicht, was gilt :::