inside the stellar rain I weepfor things corrupt and lostthe machines can't feel the costour humanity is slipping awayslowly technology is taking overkids used to climb trees and build fortsnow their eyes are stuck to a screenpeople walking around...

I carry Tarkovsky's ear in my pocket, still listening to the rain of Stalker, while the rest of his body evaporates in memory like a priest who lost his faith but not his habit. I carry Wong Kar-wai's eyelids in my chest, always late,...