sunnudagur, október 30, 2005

Í furðulega langan tíma hefur mér ekki dottið stakur sniðugur hlutur í hug til að setja hingað, og það hefur því miður ekki breyst. Til að sannfæra sjálfan mig um að ég sé lifandi, eru nokkrar tilvitnanir úr The Invisibles:

'Our world is sick, boy. Very sick. A virus got in a long time ago and we've got so used to its effects, we've forgotten what it was like before we became ill. I'm talking about cities, see?

Human cultures were originally homeostatic; they existed in a self-sustaining equilibrium, with no notions of time and progress, like we've got. Then the city-virus got in. No one's really sure where it came from or who brought it to us, but like all viral organisms, its one directive is to use up all available resources in producing copies of itself. More and more copies until there's no raw material left and the host body, overwhelmed, can only die. The cities want us to become good builders. Eventually, we'll build rockets and carry the virus to other worlds.

Cities have their own way of talking to you; catch sight of the reflection of a neon sign and it'll spell out a magic world that summons strange dreams.
Have you never seen the world 'IXAT' glowing in the night?'