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medium grey, with silver highlights
faceless people in a vast room, under a dim light
overcomplex; what use is technology, when things don't work? overload.
we build anew, even as infrastructure decays
the future is now, the past recedes

institutional grids, antiseptic pale green walls
the existential man steps forth into a new world
and finds more of the same
too much caffeine
edit the distractions, make then blur
like circles of light softly in the darkness

this appointment occurs in the past
an empire in decline
i've read the accounts
but reached an independent conclusion