The flares of serpentine lightning broke my gaze as I stared across the decayed skyline. The ruined expanse before me almost seemed to stare back with its cold fluorescence. All I could do was stand vicariously as the great wars that burned this place played out in my mind. This place was too gruesome a sight to be real, it couldn’t be...but it was. This is the real world, the territory as Baudrillard put it in his writing. There was no escape, no waking up from this perverse nightmare - simultaneously a mockery of human creativity and technology and a testament to its chaotic nature and potential.
Morpheus said once that anger is a gift, but a heavy one. Sometimes anger is what one needs to retain the will to live, and sometimes it’s what robs us of our ability to live. The sad thing is, most people don’t have respect or regard for the truth until they are face it and are humbled by it. Like every disaster in human history, we have to remember what we do to ourselves and why these things happen, be it by the hand of “God” or that of the machine. We must understand that this Gomorrah, this truth will exist, despite our attempts to run from it.
- Ezechiel
