The light enters horizontally fighting with the electric eye of the robots. These eyes stare at you by sending signals. No perception but impulse based. Never feel comfortable, do you?

There are always small gates making small holes in the shield of your mentality. You chase them not to face your fears. Your hatred for other things what moves you for love. Never really got it, still you feed on it. You don't burn on your own atomic existence but cast upon a random surface jumping from one place to another. Slowly moving irregular ways, never full. Or just empty. Torn by the rocks of your so called life.

Yes, I should reconsider.

On the way now to something better. Or worse. No matter.

Join yourself on your journey. It's always thankful and never too late.