Paul Jung

Wired, connected, scanned. The open vessel, transmitting, submitting, all knowing. She knew everything, even if she yet knew nothing.

It all just lies there, with so much resonance, even if all the physical attributes which once were the human form are already long gone. If only I could linger in this moment a bit longer, even if the sun will be gone in one sobering instant. The accidents come and go. I smoothed it all out of existence.