WE REGRET TO NOTIFY YOU THAT
Your tongue can no longer help you be something else
You can’t solve the enigma of your vitality
You can't reach the plain of immanent transactions
No assembly of elements will give you strength.
DUE TO THE END OF THE WORLD
Love no longer begins in the stomach
Your abdomen no longer houses a digestive system
You don’t need to harmonize your humors
There is nothing to sustain the fantasy of your singularity.
YOUR PACKAGE HAS BEEN DELAYED
Your organs have slowed down
Your time is finally dismembered
Gratification does without meat
This is the failure of the outside
Your very recording replaces it
Only the non-human horde advances life.
Bernardo Núñez Magdaleno