Micah

I'd like to meet:

across the scarfaced terrain
slowly disappearing
so only phantom pain remains
scarcely audible foul laughter seeps out
from the red info-box
making some turn quietly in their graves
nothing but future ruins
material for the next layer
mela, mela, mela, mela, melancholia
melancholia, mon cher
mela, mela, mela, mela, melancholia
floats over the new city
and over the land
the new temples are already cracked
future ruins
one day, grass will grow over this city, too
over its final layer
in the lascerated sky
flown to bits by jets rehearsing
she hangs with widespread wings
sleeping and with a frozen gaze
pointed at rubble
behind her the future piling up
slowly she flies higher and higher
at last surveys the entire land
what is the lay of the land?

Music:

David Bowie
the Cure
the Smiths
Einsturzende Neubauten
the Damage Manual
ohGr
Skinny Puppy
Mentallo & the Fixer
Gary Numan
Placebo

Movies:

Bladerunner
Ghost World
Dead Man
Eraserhead
Mad Max
Ghost in the Shell 2
Mulholland Drive
Eternal Sunshine
Taxi Driver

Books:

Neal Stephenson
Jean-Paul Sartre
William Gibson
Max Barry
Albert Camus
Kurt Vonnegut

Heroes: