INDUSTRIAL JUNGLE
(autonomy)
These are not ruins.
They are artefacts from a future without us.
What we built no longer answer to us.
The boundary is gone.
Nature does not invade. Industry does not resist.
They merge, overlap, become indistinguishable.
Pipes, branches, steel, roots.
No hierarchy remains.
It no longer clear what dominates.
These structures were designed to control,
to organize, to produce.
Now they persist without purpose,
absorbed into another system.
What we called progress becomes matter again.
Not destroyed, not preserved, transformed.
These are not the ruins of a distant past.
They belong to a time still close to us, still unresolved.
A modernity that has not disappeared,
but has already lost is authority.
In this shift, something fundamental changes.
Not only the landscape, but the balance itself.
The human is no longer the reference point.
What remains is not silence, and not absence,
it is a different order.
A system that does not require us,
and in this autonomy
their destiny chances.
EPILOGUE
It is no longer possible to look at these
places in the same way.
What seemed stable has revealed itself
as temporary.
What appeared definitive
has shown its fragility,
and what we considered residual
has become something else.
We are not witnessing an end.
We are witnessing a shift.
Forms remain,
but no longer coincide whit what
they were meant for.
Their presence exceeds their origin,
in this gap a distance opens
It is within that distance
that we are asked to look.
