We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project
We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project,
an experiment of a world bound by invisible and shining wires,
the reckless belief that we can always be connected, always alight,
that electric power, like a river of light, can flow unceasingly
for eight billion souls dreaming under the same dark sky.
I imagine how each cable vibrates like a nerve of the earth,
pulsing with promises of progress, but also with unseen shadows,
while cities open their neon eyes to the dark horizon,
and the stars, once sisters of desires, disappear under a veil of light.
We feel how night and day merge into a dance without pause,
how sleep becomes a relic from times when silence was a gift,
and our thoughts, like captive birds, fly in infinite circles,
seeking a place of rest in a world that no longer knows peace.
In the depths of this network, we dream of connections to soothe us,
but we forget the roots that bind us to the earth that nourishes us,
we forget that beneath the brightness of cities, the earth weeps iron tears,
and that the echo of these tears resonates in our hearts thirsty for quiet.
Now, at this crossroads, facing the mirror of time,
we see how the world wavers under the weight of our burning desires,
how each light bulb lit brings a deeper shadow into the soul,
and how the consequences burn like a fire that cannot be extinguished with bare hands.
Let us turn our gaze to the sky beyond the screens,
to rediscover the stars that listened to the stories of our ancestors,
to remember how to breathe in the dark without fear of the unknown,
to let silence surround us, like a balm for weary souls.
Thus, perhaps we will learn to truly live again,
to connect not just through wires, but through hearts beating in unison,
in a world where light and darkness share their place with wisdom,
and where the dream of being always alight is replaced by the desire to be alive.
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Dan Enache
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