Aught, no. 1 (1997)

Rob Faivre

Amsterdam One

The factory at the end of the world expands far beyond human sight, though rumors of its far wings and halls travel here like echoes down the centuries. Expanding far beyond human sight, the factory pulsates with the sounds of history. To travel there, like echoes, down the centuries, we move slowly toward the source, if there is one. The factory pulsates with the sounds of history and human sounds too, mechanical rhythms. We move slowly toward the source. If there is one, it burns with a strange light where a word like "human" sounds too mechanical. Rhythms of the organic machine undermine all we know. What burns with a strange light? Where? A word of warning is necessary, if you go. Be watchful as the organic machine undermines all. We know--from the rumors of its far wings and halls--a warning is necessary. If you go, be watchful in the factory at the end of the world.

© 1997 by Rob Faivre. All rights reserved.
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