Post #173

Thousands of colored signals, outlines of monstrous architecture and familiar skyscrapers, a little closer and clearer, were buried in a foggy gray haze... The city, as an external repository of information, pulsated and expressed the consciousness of a contemporary. "The city is you," I whispered, not knowing that the city was answering my thoughts as if it were its own. I felt how the city was pulling me out of reality, enveloping me from all sides, and then dissolving me in my mind. I did not resist, and could not resist. It was all part of me. I felt good. [ face mask generation with AI ]