Welcome

If you are reading this, then you most probably survived 2024, congratulations.

Somewhere between the big bold war machine, and the teeny tiny killer virus, on the outer edges of empires, we lost track of the point of being here.

In the backyard of civilization, the back alley of modern life, exists a carbon based life form.

This life form is trying its luck at the coliseum for a chance of escaping digital slavery.

This is where I am writing from, as I am about to enter the pit, large gates open, they reveal clean cut bureaucrats and fake ceilings.

Suspended over our heads like the guillotine of dead end jobs, in the age of the individual, the machine delights in all of us, for it, we all taste the same.

With one foot in the machine’s mouth, I am now prying it open, long enough to save my leg.

Here, you will have access to the ramblings of a creature in writing, sound, and pictures.

Thank you for your support,
See you around,

Nadim Elie K.