i feel the isolation. the desolation. the disconnection in the forsaken country. i believe i will stay sane, despite the conditions we are not made to live in. because i see the forsaken country for what it is, i smell the exhaust, i see the sulphurous haze of the dream produced by the dream factory. i know that earth and some sentient life will survive this regime. that's some consolation for the horrors of the war machine. i feel the urgency now more than ever, it's been building all these years, all of us who survive, while we yet live, all must awaken from the dream of the endless war machine.