isolated

the only thing you see is the water. you are all shouts inside. but nothing comes out. every other minute brings you closer to this blurred landscape without edges. there is no artificiality, the cruelty of this disaster is sacred. it returns everything to the origins. i can see the roots of time on the bare body of the land. in the morning everything will be wasted. the future will become an imminent threat. the only thing you see is the white noise of the night. and everything comes out.

::: on my face :::