now. I am going through the motions, day after day, just doing stuff
automatically. I am a drone.
man in the long robe with the agrarian farm tool in his hand suddenly
appear, beckoning me to follow, I would not fall to the ground and
beg for more time. Because, if asked why, I would have no answer.
There is nothing here that makes me want to stay here.
Still, I'll stay. At least until the man with the farm tool shows up.
anything. I go to work because it allows me to sleep in a room with
electricity, which I need to breathe properly. But my world, my
existence, I believe lies beyond, in a digital world. That's where