This is how the machine closes ranks. Dwight Towers, my friend On the Beach in Australia, commented on the contempt within the pro-nuclear position. It's the Apotheosis of the contempt that riddles the reductivist world-view. Perhaps also the epitaph for our Age, as we snuff-out with the greatest possible "FUCK YOU!" on our lips aimed at even the slightest chance that anyone, any living thing, might survive us. Discounting the very idea of our impermanence, that we, or our structures might not last forever; we have salted the earth with packets of lingering destruction which will continue to kill and twist and atrophy anyone who might resist their power for tens of thousands of years.
Nuclear Jitters
Nuclear Jitters
Nuclear Jitters
This is how the machine closes ranks. Dwight Towers, my friend On the Beach in Australia, commented on the contempt within the pro-nuclear position. It's the Apotheosis of the contempt that riddles the reductivist world-view. Perhaps also the epitaph for our Age, as we snuff-out with the greatest possible "FUCK YOU!" on our lips aimed at even the slightest chance that anyone, any living thing, might survive us. Discounting the very idea of our impermanence, that we, or our structures might not last forever; we have salted the earth with packets of lingering destruction which will continue to kill and twist and atrophy anyone who might resist their power for tens of thousands of years.