« We were crazy people, drove by the same desire of the underground – this unique sparkle of creativity, of genius that we’d feel way before anyone else, and that led us all together.
Although, attracted by unusuality, thirsty for the special, crafted by the non-stream, we crashed the same way a nuclear explosion isn’t made for long-term living.
In some place, this something remains -or is it only its echoes ? Of a more complex entity crawling through the web. Stronger, faster, more intelligent, more sensitive, and always on the way of crashing on herself.
I loved you, crazy people. I loved you folks. Still hot is my hatred. Chilling is my crazyness. Is it vanishing ? »