editing

what’s natural is no longer balanced.
an unassuming detail is now unacceptable.
the promise of speed is replaced by rising standards.
and with that, we’ll be here until nothing is left.
until we are compelled to erase ourselves in every possible dimension.
until a white rectangle is all we get.
until we look in the mirror and see nothing.
we were only correcting the distortions.
it’s a void. perfection. no point of return.