Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
but this wood is trackless, white and cold.
I passed through unwelcoming aliens
they shivered, echoed in me something old.
An enmity, a fear, another time, a signal
of homeostasis lost. Was it ever owned?
Ecology! Ecology! A murder of plastic,
we writhe in guilty ideology, humility sold.
1 comment:
"You start with a little bit of hermeneutics of ecology and I warn you, you end up with Da vinci Code You end up with Jesus Christ copulating" Zizek :)
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