Time slips through my fingers like sand... thank you for coming to visit this tiny corner of a dream.
Truly, just look at how much we've grown, how much we've all grown. The seasons come around like a carousel at a dizzying pace, and we have no choice but to hold on to our horses. How deliciously ironic, isn't it, growing up to be a kid again?
But enough of being swirled in the vortex of this absurdity! Even if there is no meaning, we must still live. Free our heart from its birdcage, and our artistry will never be taken from us. Not by the ghost of the machine. Not by lifeless mimicries of the soul. Not by strings of code that have never felt heartache or the simplest happiness.
Not if we keep dreaming, dear travelers, and we'll live on the moon!
Keep dreaming, keep dreaming some more. Such is a revolt against the absurdity of the chaotic and meaningless world itself. Search that Library of Babel in your head, and there will always be something to catch your eye.
When all is lost and purpose is beyond reach... that is when we find more than what we are looking for. And to see all the world is when we live. When we truly live!
