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bY >kabLe and < vOyA >

“The world in the twenty-first century is in many ways a catastrophe for children, which means, of course, that the future itself arrives already damaged.” – LANCE MORROW, Evil: An Investigation

> kabLe > Words seem so fucking hollow, right now ..
I prefer the silence…
>> deep and empty >>
My mind filled with images of children…
Sacrificial bloody lambs…
Traumatized by fear…
By the horrors inflicted upon them…
By their short passage through the corridors of an eternally barbaric human species…

Damn, I hate this post-9/11 world…

< vOyA > … here before we bloody well realized.
I mean, I try to think pre-millennium, pre-nine-eleven > just a moment of that feeling. Please. But no > it’s just all filmreel-noiR, strangely creepy. Strangely make-believe.

It was always doomed you see.
Fate, it seems, shapes all perceptions.

> kabLe < Fate... We're back to that Darwinian whore, again...
What etermines-your-place-in-the-food-chain-when-terrorism-comes-a-blasting...
What kind of madness is preferable...
Empirical denial...
>> or the ruthless fanaticism of the suicide belt >>
Or headlines bathed in the cold-blooded murder of the innocent…

They were fucking children, for Chris sake…

< vOyA > Yes, the children…. their terror, their nothingness. Ours now to own. Crazed little voices wishing for total fucking oblivion… for anything but this. But really, it’s always been the scramble of the half-naked body.

The brutality of blood wars.

Politics and religion > humanity’s old malignant Enemy.
My… how it kills with such finality.

> kabLe < I'm just trying to make sense of this, really...
But there's no fucking sense...
The world is a fortress...
Epitaph's bleeding from a thousand, global Ground Zero's...
From shallow graves and rigged-gymnasiums...
More suicide bombers...
Insidious bastards...
Virus'....

5-year-old Elizabeth Manuela Musu…
Mouth open >> tiny fingers clenched…
Almost naked…
Clothes blown from her small frame…
Charred by the winds of Jakarta’s Islamic butchers…
An orphan…
A witness…
A little girl who will never feel the warmth of her mother’s embrace again…

Why is life so fucking cheap?

< vOya > Cheap and ruthlessly commodified… recreated in our own damn internal cinemateques where the lights are permanently down low…

>>>The blood in Jakarta’s rubble.
Beslan’s eternal grave.
The deathly fear in Liberty’s shadow.
Can any of this have a happy end?

Lower Manhatten, Sept 11, 2004.
The silence is still there. Where white noise can’t even penetrate.
‘Steel in the sky by 2006.’ A safe Freedom Tower… The tallest for this New-World-Trade-Center >

the 911 Memorial Site >>>

with 10 million square feet of planned office space…
for the dreaded future to fill.

< to be continued... of course >

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