digital romanticism a new romantic rea. while I am standing here. i watch realities expand. above me the space seems touchable. the theater has opened its curtain. cut through by a mountain. an accumulation of not things. illuminated by a flaming hole. a pulsating scar. the glow pulsates as long as it is fed. it seems so overwhelming. the code behind it remains hidden. not to be decoded. there we bury everything that made us human. deep in the simulated black. what have we achieved if we have forgotten how to feel. except to finally leave.