an autopsy of modern conscıousness
jazz for your ears echoes of a forgotten god every note, a rebirth every silence, a funeral colors for your eyes not colors, ghosts of light trapped in windows of time reflected on the skin of memory endless apartments stacked like failed heavens where loneliness grows like moss on the concrete of repetition like infinite arguments between soul and reason each door a thesis each night a contradiction dreamworld for mind a cartography of chaos where sleep is a philosopher and dreams are illegible scriptures daydreaming for peace a rebellion without weapons where the only war is between what is and what could be dystopia is recent world not outside but inside etched on the ribs of those who forgot how to imagine
