Because life is fine
He don’t hear his own voice behind voices of others.
He just walks because running is hard.
He only knows how to combine, not to derive.
He given digital tools to solve analog problems.
He feels urge to move and document. Have no idea why.
No rivers only cars, he finds this annoying.
He want to discover what lays down on the bottom of the boredom... How deep is it? Is there a bottom?
His legs hurts, he still walks.
Legs take him further away, but his mind remind blank.
He contemplates giant industrial cubes, quite, all dark windows.
Rooms with no existence, no purpose - just to decay, left alone.
And he saw, as bright as day, machines taking care of old industrial cubes.
Making production work, repairing themselves and equipment.
“Wow, this sounds really hard“ - he said - “How do one build such a thing?“
“Slowly“ - I answered.
