I witnessed the rise of the machines. An arduous path that has become an highway. Overwhelmed by the pace of progress We surrendered to our own convenience. Mandatory and addictive, a screen in every hand. Dashing fingers, eyes dilated, wired to the bone. Torn apart and isolated, we walk side by side. All alone in the crowd, unrecognized. Awoken by the humming that dictates Our life, we are no longer in control. Self-portrait of an existence that was never ours. On the verge of the shutdown. Ironic and systematic, a created cosmos. Betrayed by our own narcism. Incomplete and crippled by the scourge of each others life. Insecure and sedated, caught inside our realm. We walk these bytes in search for happiness. Preoccupied and bound to our own demise.