and then there was nothing.
nothing, but irradiated workings and ciphers,
burning their final teraflops,
sentils patrolling the toxicity,
combing for signs of existence,
but as even the weak power sources faded,
and the machinery ground to a halt,
silted up and frozen over,
as the years had passed by,
mysteriously and inexplicably,
there was movement again,
as resilience conquers everything.
produced in live, processed with half-broken digitech studio vocalist hardware
to satisfy the contaminated, frosty landscape imagery stuck in my head,
recorded back into wave, and post-processed.
