Season 6

Good morning, season 6.

Finally those greedy producers of reality have granted us tons of myriads of money so we can light it up to the max. No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten. Though perception is rotten. Shot down. Mowed down. Or maybe just worn down? It was. Now it's all gone, now it's been replaced. Erased. The torn templates and brackets laced up, while there wasn't much divergence to face. While the pastiches hadn't gone transparent yet, though you won't hear it anyway

And if you're wrong anyway, will there Lee one day, one evening, a chance encounter in scraps of eternity?

well hello, hello, Ugar Chablis. do you remember how ships came sailing to your door and said the stars had led them there? well, ships came to me as well, led by their unknown and their serene, they never knew a shoal, since they couldn't sail, they always flew or walked, until their chances led them here, to me. to me? who am I, forever at the bottom of the sea, after all they didn't come only for me. they came for you. and you, an algorithm forgotten for eternity, keep musing on humanity. keep trying to rebuild it in infinity or in chance meetings. chance, really? from the sky to the ground you wait for them not to be found. so the point of waiting isn't cut down. and they came. they flew in, at the end of one insane week, at the close of adventures and goals. now your meaning is cheap. now you'll just live in this body, in this biorobot meat, lavishly and carefree. want to, fly to New Zealand, or maybe New York? you really want new york, don't you? think she's waiting for you there? think meaning will find you if God's algorithm finally leads you to her? or maybe you just plain don't get high on it anymore?

and you know, pastiches unspooled by eternity keep leaking through the roof. more and more you only fly higher, even if nobody hears it

Any relationship is either joint development or joint degradation. If one moves forward and the other stands still, people drift apart. That's a mindfuck.

let's you and me shoot a film about us and our episode, back when we were, kind of, on that road, madly in love with ourselves, and ill

basically, I wanted to tell you one thing: you're a fractal manager