Something About Oblivion.

She is the end of history, the lack of realism, the triumph of passion over reason. She is immortal, yet… we forget her.

She is our savior… Oblivion will guarantee our fate.

Let us reunite; let us celebrate what we have forgotten. Let us toast for having lost our knowledge on human spirit and its cruelty.

You are at a party where all invitations were unsent. It is you and Oblivion. It is up to you to create equilibrium, all that is geometric and unnatural.

Do not be fooled. Question everything that is random…

What is “pure reason”? Is it utopia? An accident of the mind? Maybe just something that happens… I do not know, I forgot.

Yes, we have forgotten how to distinguish between natural and artificial. We are the protagonists and creators of entropy. We have given gender to Oblivion and chaos. They are extremely human, yet evidently machine-like. Gods who give birth to beauty, the one who has the right to be unaware: the triumph of reason over passion.

A word from Ms. Oblivion: “Humans, you forgot your need to affirm your existence and vitality…”

-- I forgot where she told me we left it.