INDUSTRIAL JUNGLE
(autonomy)
These are not ruins.
They are artifacts of a future without us.
What we have built no longer responds to our presence.
The boundary has disappeared.
Nature does not invade; industry does not resist.
They intertwine, overlap, become indistinguishable.
Pipes, branches, steel, roots.
No hierarchy remains;
it is no longer clear what dominates.
These structures were designed to control, organize, produce.
Now they persist without function, absorbed into another system.
What we once called process returns to matter.
Neither preserved nor destroyed, but transformed.
These are not ruins from a distant past;
they belong to a time still close to us, still unresolved.
A modernity that has not disappeared,
but has lost its authority.
In this passage, something essential changes:
not only the landscape, but the balance itself.
The human is no longer the point of reference.
What remains is neither silence nor absence,
but another order.
A system that has no need of us.
And within this autonomy,
its Destiny changes.
They are artifacts of a future without us.
What we have built no longer responds to our presence.
The boundary has disappeared.
Nature does not invade; industry does not resist.
They intertwine, overlap, become indistinguishable.
Pipes, branches, steel, roots.
No hierarchy remains;
it is no longer clear what dominates.
These structures were designed to control, organize, produce.
Now they persist without function, absorbed into another system.
What we once called process returns to matter.
Neither preserved nor destroyed, but transformed.
These are not ruins from a distant past;
they belong to a time still close to us, still unresolved.
A modernity that has not disappeared,
but has lost its authority.
In this passage, something essential changes:
not only the landscape, but the balance itself.
The human is no longer the point of reference.
What remains is neither silence nor absence,
but another order.
A system that has no need of us.
And within this autonomy,
its Destiny changes.
