Requiem for a dying planet

A new type of human being has been found, one closer (or further away) from anything we've previously known, or thought we'd known. He walked away alone in the desert, away from the madness of the animals, the sinking sun, the eternal stars..but something of that stayed with him, unbeknown.

In time we have come to dispense with thought, learned how to paint by numbers, think in slogans. The image becomes detached in what a philosopher once called "the televisual order". Two legs good. Only now: not so good. Free, free from the earth and all its weight and repetiveness; thought, free-floating like a balloon disentangled from its moorings, so we can wander in pure duration, without a past or future.

The leaders of the free world:

At the end of time there is no room, no more time. No more maps to look back on and remember the lost country, no old silver photographs-kept safe behind wood and glass- to turn to-the loved ones live elsewhere. What loss was held in distances. But now there is only now, no two ways about it. And Plenty Coups said, "After that, nothing happened."

A una Rosa-Requiem For A Dying Planet - La 317e... by laststudio

In the old part of the world, its dusty streets laying in ruins, as they always have, a child remembers a word, and it is our word too, Abba.

Father.

{This post was inspired by Tom's over at http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/}